Yeahhh!
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[Intro: Jelly Roll + (Xzibit)]
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See I was dippin through the city with a big ol' - PISTOL
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Checkin out these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAL
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I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy (YEAH!)
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Lookin through my rearview they followin me (huh)
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I wonder why the fuck are they followin me (huh)
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I seen them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm)
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You'll never catch me slippin just me and my - PIECE
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You must be smokin if you think I'ma call the - POLICE
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[Xzibit]
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I'm a beast, still got a crease
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Still got my Converse stompin down the concrete
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YEAHHHHHHHHHH - black and blue Bugati
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This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me
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My garage a mirage a collage of chrome
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I look alive with the nine when I leave my home
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Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
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This is grown man business, recognize the tone
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If I don't recognize the number won't, answer my phone
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Rockin every area code still stay in my zone
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I don't play no fuckin games now bitch I'm grown
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Now crack your fuckin neck to the shit I'm on
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Yeah!
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[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
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I be dippin through my city in a ragtop rollin
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Bounce, rock, ragtop rollin
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Bend the corner, AHHHHH, ragtop rollin
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All up in your bitch face, ragtop rollin
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[Xzibit]
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Yeah, YEAH
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My release, bang through the streets
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We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat
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Niggaz hatin, gravitatin to the lies that they tell
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My reality takin over where that fiction fail
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What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin
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Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood ROLLIN
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Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit
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My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck bitch?
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Boomerang my change (YEAH) I rearrange some thangs
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My slang click-bang and expose they brains
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Then I pray, "Our Father who art in Heaven"
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Got people jumpin out the buildin like 9/11
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Malcolm X to the Z landin on them like Plymouth Rock (yeah!)
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You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin mouth
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Now e'rybody know the business, you want it come get it (c'mon)
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But if you ROLLIN throw it up, let me know that you with it
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude: Jelly Roll]
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Caaaaadillaaaaacs, Cooooupe Devilllllles
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Oh shit I'm on wheels, rollin for reeeeeal
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[Xzibit]
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YEAH, I repeat, my name over beats
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I binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
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Escalation, elevation to another plateau
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Sometimes ya take a few steps back to mentally grow
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Here we go, what you know, campaign in motion
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Straight West coast and West worldwide ROLLIN
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Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
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In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot
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Strip down my frame, repave my lane
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Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
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Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang
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Make it taste like shit when you sayin my name
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It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin the belt
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Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no help
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This is a a¢æ¡° PISTOL, I use to protect myself
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Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health
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My nia
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude]
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[Intro a¢æ¡° echoes at the end]
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Rollin' (West Side Remix)
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Xzibit |