| Comin' up as yungsta
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| Watchin' the OG’s in the hood while they flossin' in they rides
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| Candy paint, chrome wheels, and black magic on the attire
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| Me, yeah I was lovin' it, but not old enough drive
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| Parkin' lot pimpin' from the passenger side
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| I use to walk everywhere I had to show up
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| Shoe hills, one down like wheel rubber, man I was about to go nuts
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| Hopefully I would blow up in these rap game man
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| My people roll swanga’s, I wanted to be rollin' the same thang
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| Never had alot of work, but I was doin' what I could
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| Movin' nickles, dimes, twenty’s, and ounces all threw my hood
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| Since I had a one yolla fines cash me up
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| Mean while thumpin' for a ride my homies pass me up
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| It’s all gravy, when I’m able I’m a showin' all somthin'
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| From a hopte to a foreign, I’m ballin' it’s all or nothin'
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| Treat my feet with' designer to fine sneak’s when I leave my home
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| Only place you catch me walkin' is to my mail box’s
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| Cause on the streets I be on crome
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| I’ll keep rollin' chrome
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| I’ll keep rollin' chrome
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| Wood grain is what I’m holdin' on
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| I’ll keep rolin chrome
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| Huh, I started off with' a canary yellow cuttlase supreme on bald tire’s
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| Yeah I know I was out of line
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| But that was all I could find
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| Or should I say that was all I could purchase for what I had to spend
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| But at least I had somthin' to go from point A to B and
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| No more offerin' gas money to get a lift
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| Besides when your driven it’s easyer to get a chick
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| So ani’t no more parkin' lot pimpin' at the club I’m up in there
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| Seekin' little mama, with' thick thighs, I hope she let me in there
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| Like swim wear, pull up to the motel, and we’ll go in there
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| Nothin' left to do but comit a sin there
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| And that was in my hopte, but when I show up in my big body with' the gloss
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| All of the boppers was boppin' I just could’nt shake’m off
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| Sixteen switches, tewnty-two inches, trunk goin' to war
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| They don’t want to lay here with me, they want to lay in my car
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| I was lovin' it back then and still love it today
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| Except I’m not yellow cutlase no more, I’m 300 blue over gray, on chrome
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| I’ll keep rollin' chrome
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| I’ll keep rollin' chrome
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| Wood grain is what I’m holdin' on
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| I’ll keep rolin chrome
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| Finally I’m in the mix, ridin' twenty-four's or twenty-six
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| My neck and my wrist lite, with' out me sellin' a brick
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| Tv’s in the roof and the dashboard and I’m watchin' a flick
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| Rollin' with my pistol in my lap and I’m cockin' if
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| I spy somthin' suspicious in my rear view mirror when I’m creepin'
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| If you plan on jackin' me I plan on leavin' you sleepin'
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| I be in different vehicle cause I’m havin' thangs
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| King of the ghetto enertainment got me havin' change
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| You can smell it on me, even tho quite, the way I live it be tellin' on me
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| Don’t get twisted I’m still a felon homie
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| Thinkin' you goin' to rob me that’s a N O
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| And when I’m in N O I roll with god and as always Mr. Marsello
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| And they be with me when they in texas don’t par take it as a spy
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| Harlum nights in stores where they drop it like it’s hot
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| So if your tryin' to call me and I don’t answer my phone
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| I can’t hear it cause my music to loud I’m bangin' on chrome
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| I’ll keep rollin' chrome (rollin chrome)
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| I’ll keep rollin' chrome (rollin chrome)
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| Wood grain is what I’m holdin' on (holdin on)
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| I’ll keep rolin chrome (Yaah)
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| I’ll keep rollin' chrome (yes I am)
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| I’ll keep rollin' chrome (I'm rollin chrome)
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| Wood grain is what I’m holdin' on (is what I’m holdin on)
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| I’ll keep rolin chrome (S.U.C.) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rollin , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album GAS (Grow And Sale), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп