"Roll Wit" lyrics

Whoa! We'll roll you!
We'll roll you, we'll roll you!

Pull up slappin' in me Chrysler LeBaron
Twisted off that happy, Bobby McFerrin
The hutches love me, jockin, starin'
Is it the Nikes I'm rockin or the ice I'm wearin'?
I want all of it, I ain't sharin'
I'm a home run hitter, Mr. Mack Hank Aaron
The Mack ain't carin', bitch, I'm cutthoat-ish
No dough, bitch? Get an eviction notice

I'm clean like a greedy genius, stay fiendish
All up to par, star in the zenith
I'm leanin', dippin', blazin' my sippin'
Tapers or vapors mayne, we ain't trippin'
So focused cousin, suds keep me buzzin
Ridin' and sidin', you thought that I wasn't?
Stuntin', young blood push the button
We slumpin' and bumpin', cutty it ain't nuttin'!

Me and Mac Dre, ridin' and leanin'!
Hittin' on fo's, runnin', dippin', steamin'!
Comin' yo' way, ridin' on chrome!
Rollin' down the block, bringin' heat to yo' dome!
We'll roll you, right on out
We'll punk you, right on out
We'll roll you, right on out
We'll punk you, right on out

I'm leaned way back when I stack my bread
Might scare yo' momma with them nappy-ass dreads
I'm in my zone, my mind is gone
I feel so good, couldn't be no wrong
I feel savage, let me smash the beat up
Twist up the cabbage, kick my feet up
I'm re'd up, 'cause I need the dough
And I stay with a slumper, that's all I know
We gon' roll you

Right on out!
That's right bitch, right on out, slide on out
Kirks out, I gets further
And when I'm on the beat, bitch, call it murder
I kill the track, make a square feel The Mack
And make a punk rock, show me where the skrilla at
Cough up, quit spillin' that, it's almost two
With no mo' liquor, nigga what we gon' do?

Me and Mac Dre, ridin' and leanin'!
Hittin' on fo's, runnin', dippin', steamin'!
Comin' yo' way, ridin' on chrome!
Rollin' down the block, bringin' heat to yo' dome!
We'll roll you, right on out
We'll punk you, right on out
We'll roll you, right on out
We'll punk you, right on out
Me and Mac Dre, ridin' and leanin'!
Hittin' on fo's, runnin', dippin', steamin'!
Comin' yo' way, ridin' on chrome!
Rollin' down the block, bringin' heat to yo' dome!
We'll roll you, right on out
We'll punk you, right on out
We'll roll you, right on out
We'll punk you, right on out

I know y'all feelin' that Bay Area, mayne
R.I.P. Mac Dre
Zion I the face, mayne
Amp Live on the beat ya feel me?
See Holiday, the Bay still alive, mayne
Let's go!