Magoo - Roll Out lyrics

[Intro: Timbaland] Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what? Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce? Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what? Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, Timbaland [Timbaland] I be creepin' in backyards, dippin in alley ways My brother in the 360, I'm in a escalade We piled ride high, sittin' on low pros Petey in the back of us, with his range rov Bold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the front No smokin' in here, so put out your freakin' blunt This how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules Women in s**y gear, draws down and no shoes That's why we keep it live, cuz we keep ours alive For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise That's how we're gonna ball, walk before we crawl This here, this here, is that party y'all [Hook] Roll Out (ROLL!) Get crunked (ROLL!) Get your girls (ROLL!) Get your boys (ROLL!) Hit the switches (ROLL!) Bring the noise (ROLL!) {*panting noises) Roll Out (ROLL!} Get crunked (ROLL!) Get your girls (ROLL!) Get your boys (ROLL!) Hit the switches (ROLL!) Bring the noise (ROLL!) {*panting noises} [Petey Pablo] Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the baddest Rappin' a**es, tickin' on a Timbaland cla**ic Layin' in traffic, shiftin gears in the automatic Tryin' to get past this old couple in a Maverick Beepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards G. callin' me, on his cell phone laughin' Thinkin' his chick hang out the sunroof flashin' I done went in the gra**, like to k** a rabbit Swerve back into traffic, radio blastin' Slammed on the brakes {*SKRUT!}, ya old ba*tard Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the back and Girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine gla**es Wind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they fannies WHOOP! You could be Ms. Barry, fine as you is Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here Repeat Chorus [Smokey] Catch me in a chick, and her name is Kim Tryna tell you who I hit cuz I ran out of Bim Fast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim Like why Taco Bell drive-thru so damn slim I'm out north too, no top on the Benz Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym Man, I'm sppeding through, not just feeling the wind Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end Now, I'm needing to sin, lying again Pumpin' gas in the Benz, with no money to spend And every kid that walk in, cashier turning again So it's a good thing that lady walked in her twins Repeat Chorus [Magoo] All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on call High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks Grill in my bed and serve 2 steak and siemen And I'm scheming on your daughter with on condom and Clairborne Don't get it twisted, I'm gold-toothed and two-fisted Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed I'm past being beserk, I go to work Tell the boss "Go 'head give me some sugars and hot sauce" With an atrack of Diana Ross playing And drunk off some moonshine, I pa**ed out and woke up at noontime Thought it was crack of dawn, but a** was in my face Said them draws was versache, I thought she had versace Repeat Chorus