mc ren – roll on em (extended version) lyrics
[intro: dj crazy toones talking]
just throw your set high on the air
swear it’s gettin’ mighty funky out there
there’s some b-tches over here, there’s some n-gg-z over there
can i get a ride on cous’ “yeah”
ha ha ha ha ha, this is dedicated to the whole..”suckers” “suckers”
[verse 1: xzibit]
i take flight like fist fights
you see bright lights, throwin’ lefts and rights
i keep my jaw light tight swingin’
bullets seein’ p-ss your head though your windows
and plastic falls, it’s rat cast get closed [laughter]
i laugh at those who chose to get ball
when they loose a couple of souls, they crumbled and fall
done watch the hunt down hurt, hang and hate the hater
watch how we rise, ball and fake be later
top dollar, anybody who got a problem with us
could easly be found in crush [gun c-cked]
our lush fillin’ of rush, feel the adrenaline pumpin’
me and dub and the escalade dumpin’ “yeah”
crazy toones productions, cra.. the -ss [car peels out]
limo tint down, let us track some tramps my n-gg-
when i walk i’m leavin’ holes in the concrete
xzibit dropped that heat from thirty thousand feet…
[chorus: w.c.]
n-gg- what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull the trigger, give it up
lift the chevy, grill up
n-gg- what, if you a crib or a blood
n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck, let me see them fingers up
n-gg- what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull that trigger, give it up
lift the chevy, grill up
n-gg- what, got me throwin’ up my dubs
through that n-gg- cuttin’ it up, toones is f-ckin’ it up
[verse 2: young maylay]
let me explain it, how i let the three wheel swingin’
drop it side to side, lock it up and then bang it
that’s right, westcoast, l.a. originated
the pirate’ll take flight, now i’m the pilot desingated
maylay c-cked fist sittin’ “what” switch hittin’
hundred spoke twistin’, five twenty stip grippin’
see the bottom of the transmission, sixtey six inchin’
showin’ off how to quote it in chrome suspension
get my crown home, my bounce on
cut the sounds on and stompin’ like bow wow
they already known i got the hottest rider goin’
flat bed in the back, just incase i gotta tore them
i cause i sure give it up, let me catch them with that wheels stuck
jumpin’ out soundin’ like dub, yeah n-gg- what
two licks on the switch, and they got up “bang bang”
with the -ss in locked up, that mothaf-cker hot hop…
[chorus: w.c.]
n-gg- what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull the trigger, give it up
lift the chevy, grill up
n-gg- what, if you a crib or a blood
n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck, let me see them fingers up
n-gg- what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull that trigger, give it up
lift the chevy, grill up
n-gg- what, got me throwin’ up my dubs
through that n-gg- cuttin’ it up, toones is f-ckin’ it up
[verse 3: mc ren]
who is it, the black n-gg- with the big d-ck
toss it up with crazy toones takin’ your trick
but that b-tch better swallow
i don’t give a d-mn if she has fake -ss rap model “d-mn”
n-gg- get the f-ck out here “while below me down”
if she sucked my b-lls, if she want me to stink
i don’t give a f-ck i’m filled with curse words “come on”
f-ck all your radio gigs and nerds
and f-ck the….my black -ss still gon eat
airplay they can’t stop the villain “uha”
slangin’ mixtapes like my f-ckin’ -ss dope dealin’ “what you need”
take a flight with dub and x “n-gg-”
let me foot print like the mothaf-ckin’ tea-rex “d-mn”
who got next, we run the court
and pregnant your b-tch while you pay the child support “mark”
then i’m out, get the next tape “uha”
the villainous make your punk -ss can’t wait, ugh…
[chorus: w.c.]
n-gg- what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull the trigger, give it up
lift the chevy, grill up
n-gg- what, if you a crib or a blood
n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck, let me see them fingers up
n-gg- what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull that trigger, give it up
lift the chevy, grill up
n-gg- what, got me throwin’ up my dubs
through that n-gg- cuttin’ it up, toones is f-ckin’ it up
[verse 4: w.c.]
knick knackin’ police rollin’ in the patty wagon
push it through the alley askin’ where dub and toones at..and
where them n-gg-z livin’?, and how them n-gg-z steal stack?
is it really true them n-gg-z grew up on that house
n-gg-z sit and chat, talk behind the loc’s back
but when we come through, like what’s happenin’ they don’t want no action
little f-ggots, ya’ll don’t want it, cause we’re pistol packin’
and you know the childhood brothers won’t get to gatin’
click clackin’, p-ss the cushion and zig-zag
dip that let that mothaf-cker get back
rip that 9 millimeter, clip gat
bust a u where these n-gg-z at?
let’s push that wig back n-gg-
toones and dub-c back to slaughter and sh-t
switch tapes, mixtapes yeah we started this sh-t
find me some real n-gg-z y’all can feel n-gg-z
to all my ground converse and chevy grill lexus…
[chorus: w.c.]
n-gg- what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull the trigger, give it up
lift the chevy, grill up
n-gg- what, if you a crib or a blood
n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck, let me see them fingers up
n-gg- what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull that trigger, give it up
lift the chevy, grill up
n-gg- what, got me throwin’ up my dubs
through that n-gg- cuttin’ it up, toones is f-ckin’ it up
[outro: dj crazy toones talking]
yeah, i wanna p-ss on all y’all n-gg-‘s graves before i kill you
cause i’m tired of n-gg-z claimin’ the westcoast
and ain’t playin’ no mothaf-ckin’ the westcoast arts
no doubt about it, that’s some bullsh-t
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