Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
E-40
Performer
Afroman
Performer
B-Legit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Stevens
Composer
Brandt Jones
Lyrics
Joseph Foreman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Afroman
Producer
Dale Everingham
Recording Engineer
Andrew Seidel
Recording Engineer
David sparks dwiz
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Uh
Yeah, uh, hahahaha
(Wa-ta) Yeah, say that then
(I see 'em, they bobbin' they head)
Afroman
Ah yeah, man, uh-oh, look at Rob over there chillin', you know what I'm sayin'
E-40 over there, you know what I'm sayin' (What he gon' do, though?)
He in the, he in the booth, you know what I'm sayin'
B-Legit
It don't stop, y'all, uh
E-Feezy
Hey
Afroman, y'all don't understand
That **** crazy over there
Fa shiggadell
40 on the flow, man
Roll on
Roll on
(Why is it taking so hella long to come in?)
Don't let nobody put you down
You roll on
Roll on
Roll on
Don't let nobody put you down
(Don't let nobody put you down, pimp)
You roll on
Ayy, let me tell you about who I am, man
A-F-R-O-M-A-N
Sell more dope than Ronald Reagan
Spit rap songs like Copenhagen
I bet you wanna spin the disc again
I never caught a break 'cause I was always broke
I never ate a steak until I almost choked
I never baked a cake unless it was some dope
I was always the opposite of soap
Tried to make a mil' without a record deal
Selling tapes out the back of my Coupe de Ville
My pockets was skinny, I had to fatten 'em
I went what I call "parking lot platinum"
The new old school, the Tower of Power
I taught the whole world how to pop their collar
They call Big Earl, Stevens that is
Much love to little Darryl and all my folks in the feds
Roll on
Roll on
Don't let nobody put you down
You roll on
Roll on
Roll on
Don't let nobody put you down
You roll on
I used to buy quarters, couldn't fuck with an ounce
Now I write checks and watch the bank bounce
Work for the corporate world, no, never
Afroman's so paid forever
Got stars on my team, we roll phenomenal
I'm far from the scene but control the domino
At the bar sippin' Heem, my stroll Geronimo
Crack like that, black stack phenomenal
Man, I'm tired of grindin', I want out of this life
My thoughts be rhymin', they done asked a playa twice
They thought I was lyin', jappin' and jousin'
'Til I bought them little **** an MPC-2000
I bounce to the hizzle 'cause the run was made
36 kicks, ice escapades
26 zips, got the best in naid
Two to six clips, bet your chest get sprayed
Roll on
Roll on
Ayy, 40 I wanna hear you singin' this shit too, mayne (Okay)
Don't let nobody put you down
You roll on
I want you to sing this shit too—everybody, where y'all at?
Some people see me and see negativity
Some people look at me and see positivity
But when I see myself, I see creativity
God created me and I create money
Jah man, put your hands up if you out here getting paid
Jah man, put your hands up if you out here getting laid
You using two condoms and you ain't catching AIDS
We been making rap tapes since the 8th grade, yeah
Girls and sex, I love it to death
I can't get enough, I'm holding my breath
I'm diving up in, I'm swimming to shore
I'm bringing her in, with me on a tour
Throw your head back back back back
Lean it to the side (Lean it to the side)
We used to be local (We used to be local)
Now we worldwide (Now we worldwide)
Throw your head back back back back
Lean it to the side (Lean it to the side)
We used to be local (We used to be local)
Now we worldwide (Now we worldwide)
Throw your head back back back back
Lean it to the side (Lean it to the side)
We used to be local (We used to be local)
Now we worldwide (Now we worldwide)
Throw your head back back back back
Lean it to the side (Lean it to the side)
We used to be local (We used to be local)
Now we worldwide (But now we worldwide)
Throw your head back back back back
Lean it to the side
Now we worldwide (It's all gravity, BIATCH!)
Written by: Brandt Jones, Earl Stevens, Joseph Foreman