Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rollin, artist - The Game. Album song OKE - Deluxe Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Crow It Up
Song language: Spanish
Rollin(original) |
| 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 shit hype? |
| Well you finna' find out what the game be like |
| Red rag on my rear view |
| No tint in the Porsche, see clear through |
| God screaming up out them speakers |
| So loud that a nigga can’t hear you |
| Wake up to a diamond cross, I’m a Christian |
| Got a nigga feeling like Obama 'nem |
| Niggas 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 killa', god damn it I meant it |
| I said I sold crack, nigga bubbling skillets |
| 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 niggas do it in the Chi? |
| Vice Lords, GD’s |
| Crips, Bloods and Impala’s on gold D’s |
| Yesterday a nigga swore he was a man in the hood |
| Now he begging for his life on both knees |
| I’m a killer, no codees |
| Ask 40 Glocc, niggas 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 |
| Motherfuck them Axel Foleys |
| Where I’m from, niggas shooting at the police |
| Man these fuck niggas 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 |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up |
| Young nigga 15, broke, livin' the scene |
| Sawed off in my pants, ‘bout to go make the lean |
| Finna' rob me a nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga missing a couple screws |
| In the hood, when I’m scared, only thing I’mma use, when I’m… |
| 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' |
| 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 bitch 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 shit |
| So when he went to the pen, I ain’t send him shit |
| 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 |
| 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 nigga for one |
| So what it’s gon' be nigga? |
| (Gun shots, laughs) |
| (translation) |
| Will I ever change in this life? |
| My grandma said I'll never change and she's right |
| Y'all think that L.A. |
| gang banging shit hype? |
| Well you finna' find out what the game be like |
| Red rag on my rear view |
| No tint in the Porsche, see clear through |
| God screaming up out them speakers |
| So loud that a nigga can't hear you |
| Wake up to a diamond cross, I'm a Christian |
| Got a nigga feeling like Obama 'nem |
| Niggas 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 killa', god damn it I meant it |
| I said I sold crack, nigga bubbling skillets |
| 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 feet |
| Aye 'Ye, ain't this how them niggas do it in the Chi? |
| Vice Lords, GD's |
| Crips, Bloods and Impala's on gold D's |
| Yesterday a nigga swore he was a man in the hood |
| Now he begging for his life on both knees |
| I'm a killer, don't code |
| Ask 40 Glocc, niggas 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 |
| Motherfuck them Axel Foleys |
| Where I'm from, niggas shooting at the police |
| Man these fuck niggas 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 |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up |
| Young nigga 15, broke, livin' the scene |
| Sawed off in my pants, 'bout to go make the lean |
| Finna' rob me a nigga 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 ME! |
| mtv raps |
| Got sick of looking at other niggas 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 nigga missing a couple screws |
| In the hood, when I'm scared, only thing I'mma use, when I'm… |
| 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' |
| 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 bitch 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 have I done |
| Brother had bricks, but he didn't give me shit |
| So when he went to the pen, I ain't send him shit |
| 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 |
| From Compton, all the way to Chi-Town |
| Back on down to Houston, Texas baby |
| Bring 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 nigga for one |
| So what it's gon' be nigga? |
| (Gun shots, laughs) |