Too $hort (too Short) - We'll Roll You lyrics

[Intro] WHOA~! We'll roll youuuu! We'll roll you, we'll roll youuuu! [Verse One] Pull up slappin in me Chrysler LeBaron Twisted off that happy, Bobby Darrin The Hutches had me, jockin, starin Is it the Nikes I'm rockin or the ice I'm wearin? I won't pout over it, I ain't sharin I'm a home run hitter, Mr. Mack Hank Aaron The Mack ain't carin {*coughin*} I'm cutthroatish No dough bootch, you gettin my dick to notice I'm clean like a greedy genius, stay fiendish All up to par, star in the zenith I'm leanin, dippin, blazin my sippin Tapers or vapors mayne, we ain't trippin So focused cousin, suds keep me buzzin Ridin and sidin, you thought that I wasn't? Stuntin, young blood push the bu*ton We slumpin and bumpin, cutty it ain't nuttin! [Hook] Me and Mac Dre - ridin and leanin! Hittin on 4's - runnin dippin steamin! Comin yo' way - ridin on chrome! Rollin down the block - bringin heat to yo' dome! We'll roll you - right on out We'll punk you - right on out We'll roll you - right on out We'll punk you - right on out [Verse Two] I'm leaned way back when I stack my bread Might scare yo' momma with them nappy-a** dreads I'm in my zone, my mind is gone I feel so good, couldn't be no wrong I feel savage, let me smash the beat up Twist up the cabbage, kack my feet up I'm V'd up, cause I need the dough And I stay with a slumper, that's all I know We gon' roll you Right on out! That's right b**h, right on out, slide on out Hurt's out, I gets further And when I'm on the beat, b**h, call it murder I k** the track, make a swift feel The Mack And make a punk rock, show me where the skrilla at Copper quit spillin that, it's almost 2 With no mo' liquor n***a what we gon' do? [Hook] - 2X [Outro] I know y'all feelin that Bay Area mayne R.I.P. Mac Dre Zion I the face mayne Amp Live on the beat ya feel me? See Holiday, the Bay still alive mayne Let's go~!