Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rollin' With My Homies , by - Coolio. Release date: 31.12.1994
Song language: English
Rollin' With My Homies |
| Saturday morning, take the train for a ride |
| The sun is up, I got my homies by my side |
| Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers |
| Hittin' corners on the beach, daddy dippin' |
| I hang a light at the right, ready to have fun |
| Then I bust a left for the 121 |
| Pull it into park and lay it on the grass |
| I roll back the ride, so I can see some ass |
| Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear |
| Bump a forty, leaves me gawkin' here |
| I hits 'em up for the circle, that’s how I’m livin' |
| Crowbars in the house and gat is on a mission |
| You can be Blood, or you can see Crippin' fool |
| But I ain’t trippin' |
| My homie Snoop kicks the gin and juice and that’s alright |
| But a-Coolio with the flow seems to yak all night |
| Rollin' with my homies (sippin' we yak all night, yeah) |
| Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the CPT, and it’s alright) |
| Yak all night… |
| Rollin' with my homies (sippin' yak all night, yeah) |
| Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the CPT, and it’s alright) |
| Yak all night… |
| Pumpin' up the keg and roll it in a paper |
| It’s like a match, you light it up and pass it to your neighbour |
| Night time is the right time… a-DYNAMITE! |
| We’re gonna have a good time |
| I jump back in the wagon, lock up the ass |
| Pop in the tape and a match |
| West when I fly I take the exit on Crenshaw |
| And guess what I saw |
| Two fools at the light, they stared me up |
| But I just look 'em in the eye and I say, «Wassup?» |
| And even though I really don’t want no trouble |
| I got thirty-one replies to bust your bubble |
| I don’t really wanna hurt nobody |
| So I keeps on rollin' on my way to the party |
| I just wanna kick it, yeah, that’s the ticket |
| Pass me the cup so we can get twisted |
| I’m rollin with my homies, yeah… |
| 'Said we’d yak all night, yeah yeah… |
| I roll up to the party and I’m straight old bent |
| And 'catchin' me a freak was my intent |
| There’s a whole pack o' rats' ass standin' in the front |
| So I drops the ass and let the sistas bump |
| Here comes one now, she’s on the tip |
| She says she likes the way my woofers kick |
| But I don’t fall in love with every girl I see |
| So I pass up two and go straight to three |
| She got a ass like the back of a bus, cuz |
| And that’s why I say «In Crips We Trust» |
| I let her hit my twenty, got straight to the point |
| Wassup? |
| Do you wanna kick it or what? |
| I ain’t got time to be frontin', I ain’t talkin' 'bout nuttin' Just a little |
| sumpin' sumpin' |
| If you’re fine and you won’t front |
| I don’t wanna be your man, but I’ll hook you up |
| Yes I’m rollin' rollin' rollin' |
| Yes I’m rollin' with my homies |
| Yes I’m rollin' rollin' rollin' |
| Rollin' with my homies… ooohhh… |