"Roll The Windows Up" lyrics
(feat. Slauson Boyz)
Roll the windows up
The block is hot
Blowing west-coast green while the speakers knock
And we about to cause a scene like fuck the cops
Man we glowing like the beams on my drop top
Roll the windows up
Let the base hit, crack a bottle of patron let me taste it
Split the swisha up the middle its basic, wild out we gon' all get wasted
I used to ride on alpinas, up and down Slauson, 18 with a scheme ta', simply get my cream up
Tryna to get my loot so I can floss on them bitches, black 745, Rick Ross on them bitches
Bulletproof with the chrome exhaust on them bitches, triple gold Cuban links I'm Raekwon on them bitches
Listen, Slauson Ave is what the game missing, niggas bang for a living and retire to San Quentin
That's why my only mission was contradict to statistics
Make it out, double back, with a pot that niggas can piss in
Or release the window we can throw it at 'em
But for now just roll 'em up so I can blow the sour
Roll the windows up
The block is hot
Blowing west-coast green while the speakers knock
And we about to cause a scene like fuck the cops
Man we glowing like the beams on my drop top
Roll the windows up
Let the base hit, crack a bottle of patron let me taste it
Split the swisha up the middle its basic, wile out we gon' all get wasted
Yea, let your top down, turn your beat up
Go and spark the L, throw your dubs up
Coming to the west? You gotta go through us
Have communication, or get your ass bust
Yea, our motivation got us feeling like we can't be touched
Slauson, can't you tell? We don't give a fuck
We getting money 'round here, they wanna lock us up
Secret society all we ask is trust
Real niggas and we're never gonna change up
Not for money, na homey 'cause it is us
Slauson boys don't talk don't speak much
Roll around in something foreign with the windows up
Roll the windows up
The block is hot
Blowing west-coast green while the speakers knock
And we about to cause a scene like fuck the cops
Man we glowing like the beams on my drop top
Roll the windows up
Let the base hit, crack a bottle of patron let me taste it
Split the swisha up the middle its basic, wild out we gon' all get wasted
The block is hot
Blowing west-coast green while the speakers knock
And we about to cause a scene like fuck the cops
Man we glowing like the beams on my drop top
Roll the windows up
Let the base hit, crack a bottle of patron let me taste it
Split the swisha up the middle its basic, wild out we gon' all get wasted
I used to ride on alpinas, up and down Slauson, 18 with a scheme ta', simply get my cream up
Tryna to get my loot so I can floss on them bitches, black 745, Rick Ross on them bitches
Bulletproof with the chrome exhaust on them bitches, triple gold Cuban links I'm Raekwon on them bitches
Listen, Slauson Ave is what the game missing, niggas bang for a living and retire to San Quentin
That's why my only mission was contradict to statistics
Make it out, double back, with a pot that niggas can piss in
Or release the window we can throw it at 'em
But for now just roll 'em up so I can blow the sour
Roll the windows up
The block is hot
Blowing west-coast green while the speakers knock
And we about to cause a scene like fuck the cops
Man we glowing like the beams on my drop top
Roll the windows up
Let the base hit, crack a bottle of patron let me taste it
Split the swisha up the middle its basic, wile out we gon' all get wasted
Yea, let your top down, turn your beat up
Go and spark the L, throw your dubs up
Coming to the west? You gotta go through us
Have communication, or get your ass bust
Yea, our motivation got us feeling like we can't be touched
Slauson, can't you tell? We don't give a fuck
We getting money 'round here, they wanna lock us up
Secret society all we ask is trust
Real niggas and we're never gonna change up
Not for money, na homey 'cause it is us
Slauson boys don't talk don't speak much
Roll around in something foreign with the windows up
Roll the windows up
The block is hot
Blowing west-coast green while the speakers knock
And we about to cause a scene like fuck the cops
Man we glowing like the beams on my drop top
Roll the windows up
Let the base hit, crack a bottle of patron let me taste it
Split the swisha up the middle its basic, wild out we gon' all get wasted
Thanks to Homeslice for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Kenneth Edward Pratt, Ermias Asghedom, Kelion Sutton, Robert Stewart, Jay-christy Powell
