South Central Cartel - I Got My Roll On lyrics

[Eazy-E] (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4) [VERSE 1: Havikk] I get my roll on in a six-fo' Chevy Cutla** sounds and the gangsta's still in me Checkin the streets and yo, my paint job is stickin I saw my cousin straight on the corner trickin Couldn't believe what I saw so I bust a right And all I saw was a damn gang fight Crips and Bloods straight scrappin on the backstreets Packin gats and shootin into swap meets Five-o's rollin and gafflin, I'm chillin I hit a U and saw a n***a straight slingin Lley to a undercover five-o Five cars straight swooped and took him to the county, yo I drove up 87th and [Name] Saw a gangsta with a Uzi and a 40oz of 8Ball Khakis low, sweatshirt and locs on With a hat sayin Jake Capone I just rolled by, I saw Snake, "n***a, what's up?" "What's up Havikk," it's a 64 Cut Yo, I hit front, back, side to side Three-wheel motion as I cruised out to East Side Yeah (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4) I get my roll on, you know what I'm sayin? (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4) [VERSE 2: Havikk] Scooped up B and said, "n***a what you wanna do?" Whatever's clever, let's roll through the Central [?] and crank the funk I punched out the piece out the window, yo I hit a right on Alondra I saw a freak cold steppin lookin like Jane Fonda "What's up baby, Rhimeson's my ID Now have you rolled in a six-fo' Chevy? Hooked on the Dana Danes, yo, we're two pimps" She said no, then she licked her lips Kicked the seven digits, her name was Arhonda Prod said that yo real propoer Mobbed to the hood, scooped up the k**a G Got a beep, Luva Gee and saw Mouthpiece Gettin bent off the chronic chillin with a hoe Parked the fo' and pumped Smooth Criminal n***as on my jimmy cause my six-fo' is stickin Tinted windows, bumps and I'm chillin I crank the funk and I bail to the corner sto' Gettin my roll on in South Central Yeah (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4) I get my roll on (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4) Yeah [ VERSE 3: Havikk ] Hit Crenshaw with the front cold slammin Pumpin dope cuts by the (? ) straight draggin Prod straight gee and a girl that's straight jockin My smoke interior plus my sounds are knockin I hit a right and saw Bridgette in a 10-4 Pa**ed her up and got stopped by the five-o They said my fo' was seen in a drive-by Ran the plates and they asked for my alibi "Now where were you at six o'clock?" I said, "At my girl Shay on the 1-10 block" My alibi checked and the five-o's jetted out Popped the trunk and I got my damn strap out Cranked the fo' and said outro My batteries need a charge, so let's mob to the Central We saw a cutie on the backstreets Got her name and her number but baby wanted Prodeje Another day of cruisin through the S.C. Rollin deep and chillin with the posse I try to chill but I gotta get my clown on Cause in my six-fo' I get my roll on Yeah (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4) I get my roll on in South Central (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4) Yeah I get my roll on (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)