The Game - Rollin' lyrics

[Intro x2: Kanye West] Will I ever change in this life? My grandma said I'll never change and she right Y'all think that L.A. gang banging sh** hype? Well you finna' find out what the game be like [Verse 1: Game] Red rag on my rear view No tint in the Porsche, see clear through God screaming up out them speakers So loud that a n***a can't hear you Wake up to a diamond cross, I'm a Christian Got a n***a feeling like Obama 'nem n***as shot out my windows, they jealous and envy They spit on my 'Rari, they keyed up my Bentley They went at my top dog like Ab-Soul and Kendrick I said I'm a k**a', god damn it I meant it I said I sold crack, n***a bubbling sk**ets At my grandma's house, I was selling work in it And god bless her soul, she died Back out the four, load up the five Pop up the trunk, load up them pies Aye 'Ye, ain't this how them n***as do it in the Chi? Vice Lords, GD's Crips, Bloods and Impala's on gold D's Yesterday a n***a swore he was a man in the hood Now he begging for his life on both knees I'm a k**er, no codees Ask 40 Glocc, n***as don't know me Got a problem blood, then come show me I'm on Rosecrans ing them Kobe's Got diamonds off in my Rollie Granddaddy stuffed in my stogie Motherf** them Axel Foleys Where I'm from, n***as shooting at the police Man these f** n***as got me screwed up I'm like Papa Smurf in that blue truck Red hat, red pants Walking inside dreams with the kush in my hand - I'm [Hook x4: Z-Ro] Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them d** up [Verse 2: Trae The Truth] Young n***a 15, broke, livin' the scene Sawed off in my pants, ‘bout to go make the lean Finna' rob me a n***a who's money wasn't the same Somebody gon' give it to me, or get one up in the brain Mama used to stroke it just to feed me scraps Every Saturday, it was YO! MTV raps Got sick of looking at other n***as that ain't deserve it So I followed my older brother to beat these traps I ain't worried about the love, I've seen everything The hood hot, like the devil had it off in his hands Send a strap your way, I seen a couple of fans Last pack, I took that and a couple of bands If I ain't hustle to eat, I was doing that sippin' Screw But they would give it to me, everyday I was paying dues I was a young wild n***a missing a couple screws In the hood, when I'm scared, only thing I'mma use, when I'm... [Hook] [Verse 3: Paul Wall] Mane, hold up Young and I leans with a cup full of lean, and a 4-0 tucked No more sleep, gotta get more bucks, OG rolled up Stakes are high, so I pray to God the folks don't roll up Big sister told me I need to grow up But I need that money, better not crumb me Pockets fat as my codeine tummy Trying to get blow like my nose was runny I work for mine, you can't take that from me Wrap it up, like Egyptian mummy And have it ready when I roll on up Stacking dough on up, from the floor on up And I'm all through the hood like ice cream trucks, just rollin' [Hook] [Verse 4: Slim Thug] Keep kush rolled, that dream I'm holding In the candy Caddy' with with ninety molding Bought a drop, put it in the shop But everything I got, on that b**h stolen Had a grill but couldn't afford the wheels Had paint, but it wasn't candy Kick endo to try and get that dough Whole family know, so they couldn't stand me Run and tell your mama, come get your son Mama like damn, what the hell he done Brother had bricks, but didn't give me sh** So when he went to the pen, I ain't send him sh** Mama at work, so I ran the house Ray on lock, so now I'm the boss Turn that face up like the Mary Jane I was slanging 'caine, got us all kicked out [Hook] [Outro: Game] From Compton, all the way to Chi-Town Back on down to Houston, Texas baby Trae The Truth, Z-Ro, Slim Thugga Paul Wall, Common, Kanye West, and The Game Jesus Piece Either you got one, you want one Or you bout to rob a n***a for one So what it's gon' be n***a? (Gun shots, laughs)