Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roll On 'Em , by - Chingy. Song from the album Hate It Or Love It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DTP
Song language: English
Roll On 'Em |
| I know you’re thinkin this song is gonna be about |
| All the problems in my life, all my pain and sorrow |
| All the shit I done been through |
| And the times that I’ve been livin on this here fucked up Earth |
| Well I’m sorry to let you know that it ain’t, haha |
| Cool & Dre watup, yeah |
| This your boy Chingy man, straight from the Lou' (it's Ricky Ross) |
| All the way to Miami (Chingy) |
| We doin it big baby (St. Louis, watup) |
| Now let’s go |
| We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll |
| We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll |
| We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll |
| We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll |
| Look, check |
| Hey I’m so flossy I can wear the Dental package |
| The Range Rover sweet, 'cause it got a lotta racket |
| Our (') lost faith, now I call it Chingy Magic |
| Look the other way nigga when you see me in traffic |
| Hello, 22's is cool |
| Feel like I graduated, throwin y’all still in school |
| Look, mellow they call me Young Smooth |
| 'Cause my appearance alone will get your girl in a mood, shoot |
| I know they like the color on the Chrys' |
| 'Cause I’m gettin it hell, put some colors in the ice |
| That’s ballin, go 'head, gamble with your life |
| And I’ma {*gunshots*) turn your head to some dice |
| Hood up partner, you niggas goin straight broke |
| Tryna keep up with my whips, I don’t pay a damn note |
| No, no you fake hustlers are a joke |
| Huffin old ass fool should have came with a remote |
| If you ridin 10 tyres, throw some 24's on it |
| Throw some 24's on it, throw some 24's on it |
| If you ridin regular paint, throw some candy on that bitch |
| Throw some candy on that bitch, throw some candy on that bitch |
| If your radio too low, throw some beat up in the trunk |
| Throw some beat up in the trunk, throw some beat up in the trunk |
| So pass the police, turn that shit up, let it bump |
| Turn that shit up, let it bump, turn that shit up, let it bump |
| Yeah, Boss |
| I’m a vet with the whips, when it’s red on the hips |
| Hit the Lou' drop the top, throw up sess' and then I dip |
| 22's out the top, I’ma mess with the bricks |
| Gettin head in all schools, havin sex in the six |
| I make you niggas brin it, sittin on 30 inches |
| We steppin out blingin, me and the dirty Chingy |
| I met your homie chick, fucked her in 30 minutes |
| Jump back off in my shit, we back to serve sippin |
| You hear that big Glock, you see that wrist watch |
| Go hit the weed spot, me and my shit wash |
| If you trippin, I’m bustin, we still killin for nothin |
| If you feelin I’m frontin, I’m continue to stuntin |
| Ricky Ross |
| Click your heels homeboy, my rims on steroids |
| Po’s pull me over you know, I don’t care boy |
| Here’s my license and to show that’s all you pigs need |
| Keep fuckin with me, I’ma take you on a high speed |
| Try me (vroom), but you know what pa' |
| They usually stop me just to say they wanna drive my car, uh |
| Nah tell the station give you a raise |
| And maybe you can be flossin like me one day |
| One day, ay, where my riders at |
| The SS Impala co from front to back |
| I’m about to sell it tho', fuck it, give it to Smith |
| So he can stunt like his cousin and we all the shit |
| I got this, probably seen me on the dub cover |
| Flyin smurf, low fur, chauffeur, I’m a hustler |
| Yeah homie bring your whips out |
| Last nigga tried to jack me, dirty brought them clips out |