The Game – Rollin' lyrics

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 right
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 shout out my windows, they yelling, say?
They sprayed up 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 pots
Aye ‘Ye, is this how them niggas do it in the Chi?
Vice Lords, vd’s
Crips and Bloods in the? On goldie
Yes a nigga did swore he was a man in the hood, now he begging for his life on both knees
I’m a killer, no?
Ask for these?, niggas don’t know me
Got a problem blood, then come show me
I’m on Rose Crayon’s and them Kobe’s
Got diamonds off in my Rollie, granddaddy stuffed in my stogie
Motherfuck them acts with phonies
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, ? Sand
Sawed off in my pants like?
Finna’ rob me a nigga who?
Somebody gon’ give it to me, or they wanna feel the blade
Mama used to stroke it just to feed me scraps
Every Saturday, it was 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
To think, cause of the heat I was doing?
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

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Them drugs up

Mane, hold up
? 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
Copping bands and my codeine coming
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’

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Them drugs up

Keep kush rolled, that dream I’m holding
In the candy caddy’ with with ninety-forty
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 said no shit
Mama at work, so I ran the house
?, I am the boss
Turn that face up like the Mary Jane
I was slanging ‘caine, got us all kicked out

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Them drugs up

From Comptron, 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’s it gon’ be nigga?
(Gun shots, laughs)