Rollin' - Lil' Troy: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Rollin'

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Rollin' was released on January 1, 1999 by Republic as a part of the album Sittin' Fat Down South

Song Details

AlbumSittin' Fat Down South

Release DateJanuary 1, 1999

LabelRepublic

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM93

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil' Troy

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

David J. Wolinski

David J. Wolinski

Songwriter

Bad Company

Songwriter

Nattie

Songwriter

Big Ced

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Bruce "Grim" Rhodes

Bruce "Grim" Rhodes

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Rollin', rollin' hard

When you're rollin' on the southside

I bet we gonna have a good time

We gonna have a good time, have a good time

When you're rollin' on the southside

We guaranteed to blow your mind

Blow your mind, blow your mind

In the south we be ballin'

And livin' it up within that maze in New Orleans

So, while you're rollin', we be crawlin' up in the Benz

On chrome in the zone makin' ends at its own

'Cause we're known to bend all the rules

We play it fine in everythin' that we do

And in this time you gotta be true

Watch your back at all times for them boys in blue

'Cause they try to take us **** down

When we be down to screw on the creep gettin' deep

**** parlayin', smokin' hay up out of sweets

And each time you're buyin' to meet the player

When I throw some braids rollin' on them Vogues or blades

And candy-glazed, get blown away if you haven't heard

'Cause in the south we be smokin' on a pound of herb

And a pint of syrup that we be sippin'

While we flippin' and dippin' with extra clippin' for the set trippin'

But ain't no grippin' on no Bloods, it's just thugs

We makin' a grip bein' thugs and showin' love

So cuz, you come on down to the southside

And waste time and watch us guaranteed to blow your mind

When you're rollin' on the southside

I bet we gonna have a good time

We gonna have a good time (yeah), have a good time

When you're rollin' on the southside

We guaranteed to blow your mind (oh-yeah)

Blow your mind, blow your mind

See we be rollin' like the five zeros with our live hos

And keep a forty five strapped for survival

Now you know it ain't about that rodeo

It's about the way we chill and how we make our cash grow

And lay low, no love for the five-zero

We hangin' out like guano, still down with our live hos

On four, now that's the way it used to be

In '93, see now we ridin' luxury

How can you see a G-man with a G-swang?

Ain't no tell from the Crip or Blood or no gangbang

Just straight slang, let haters do they own thang

Ridin' suburban and furry sippin' on syrup and uh

Leanin' like a pimp on that old stroke

Smokin' the pimp who the bootin' to keep they minds closed

And Lord knows that ballin' ain't no pastime

It's a hustler's paradise, no nine to five

That's why I revel out because I'm so suave

And ready to shortstop like a team of logic ones

For some livin' struggle free like that cross for bro

Iced out player made sippin' Hennessy and gumbo

When you're rollin' on the southside

I bet we gonna have a good time

We gonna have a good time, have a good time

When you're rollin' on the southside

We guaranteed to blow your mind

Blow your mind, blow your mind

The southside, that's where it's at

It's full of cats makin' stacks rollin' Cadillacs and 'Vettes

Baby vogues and on chrome on them P's

Baby makin' C-notes, hustlin' from dusk 'til dawn

And crooks roam, they lurkin' for licks

Hoods be found dead and gone searchin' to get rich

I'm in the mix of these frauds and boys

Crip and Bloodlords, so you know that we be livin' large

And like George we movin' on up

With syrup in our cups smokin' herb and ridin' the whip

It must be luck I'm in the state of Texas

Where ain't no prejudices, it's just a rule no stoppin' the nexus

Down low, down low, underground king

Twin of the Life podcast, that girl Mary Jane

Gangsta Nip and that Do or Die crew

Eight-Ball, J.G., Goodie Mob, my **** three-two

Crime Boss, Tila and Mello out in hardcore

Bust Down, that Coalition out in South Park

Run C and Raheem, **** don't let it pass

Ghetto Boys out of Fifth Ward where they all platinum at

Street Military and that faculty from X-Fam

Mike D, Fat Pat, can't forget the Peter man

Pharaoh, Les Money, remember Satin Spoon?

Mr. Mike, yeah it's me, came down with Ice Cube

And that mysterious one, Mr. Goof

The infamous Grim Reaper and Ol' Joe Bodley

Who gonna rise just to name a few

Lil' Keke, 187 and that DJ Screw

We bad company, we bad company

When you're rollin' on the southside

I bet we gonna have a good time

We gonna have a good time, have a good time

When you're rollin' on the southside

We guaranteed to blow your mind

Blow your mind, blow your mind

In the south, when you know we're rollin'

Ain't no better place to be than the southside

Southside, southside, yeah

Written by: Bad Company, Big Ced, David J. Wolinski, Nattie

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