WC - Roll On Em lyrics

[Intro: DJ Crazy Toones Talking] Just throw your set high on the air Swear it's gettin' mighty funky out there There's some b**hes over here, there's some n***as over there Can I get a ride on cous' "yeah" Ha ha ha ha ha, this is dedicated to the whole: "s**ers", "s**ers" [Verse 1: Xzibit] I take flight like fist fights You see bright lights, throwin' lefts and rights I keep my jaw locked tight swingin' Bullets seein' pa** your head though your windows And plastic falls, it's a rat cast get closed (*laughter*) I laugh at those who chose to get bold When they loose a couple of souls, they crumbled and fall Done watch the hunt down hurt, hang and hate the hater Watch how we rise, ball and fake be later Top dollar, anybody who got a problem with us Could easly be found in crush (*Gun co*ked*) Our lush fillin' of rush, feel the Adrenaline pumpin' Me and Dub and the Escalade dumpin' "yeah" Crazy Toones productions, cra.. the a** (*car peels out) Limo tint down, let us track some tramps my n***a When I walk I'm leavin' holes in the concrete Xzibit dropped that heat from thirty thousand feet..... [Hook: W.C.] n***a what, roll up on them, hit them up Pull the trigger, give it up Lift the Chevy grill up n***a what, if you a crip or a blood n***a I don't give a f**, let me see them fingers up n***a what, roll up on them, hit them up Pull that trigger, give it up Lift the Chevy, grill up n***a what, got me throwin' up my Dubs Through that n***a cuttin' it up, Toones is f**in' it up [Verse 2: Young Maylay] Let me explain it, how I let the three wheel swangin' Drop it side to side, lock it up and then bang it That's right, westcoast, L.A. originated Prepared to take flight, now I'm the pilot desingated Maylay co*ked fist sittin' "what" switch hittin' Hundred spoke twistin', five twenty stip grippin' See the bottom of the transmission, sixtey six inchin' Showin' off how to quote it in Chrome suspension Get my crown home, my bounce on Cut the sounds on and stompin' like Bow Wow They already known I got the hottest rider goin' Flatbed in the back, just in case I gotta tore them Cause I sure give it up, let me catch them with that wheels stuck Jumpin' out soundin' like Dub, yeah n***a what Two licks on the switch, and they got up "bang bang" With the a** in locked up, that mothaf**er hot hop.... [Hook: W.C.] [Verse 3: MC Ren] Who is it, the black n***a with the big dick Toss it up with Crazy Toones takin' your trick But that b**h better swallow I don't give a damn if she has fake a** rap model "Damn" n***a get the f** out here "while below me down" If she s**ed my balls, if she want me to stink I don't give a f** I'm filled with curse words "come on" f** all your Radio gigs and nerds And f** the....my black a** still gon eat Airplay they can't stop the Villain "uha" Slangin' Mixtapes like my f**in' a** dope dealin' "what you need" Take a flight with Dub and X "n***a" Let me foot print like the mothaf**in' tea-Rex "damn" Who got next, we run the court And pregnant your b**h while you pay the child support "Mark" Then I'm out, get the next tape "uha" The Villainous make your punk a** can't wait, ugh.... [Hook: W.C.] [Verse 4: W.C.] Knick knackin' police rollin' in the Patty wagon Push it through the alley askin' where Dub and Toones at..and Where them n***as livin'?, and how them n***as steal stack? Is it really true them n***as grew up on that house n***as sit and chat, talk behind the loc's back But when we come through, like what's happenin' they don't want no action Little f*ggots, ya'll don't want it, cause we're pistol packin' And you know the Childhood brothers won't get to gatin' Click clackin', pa** the cushion and zig-zag Dip that let that mothaf**er get back Rip that 9 millimeter, clip gat Bust a U where these n***as at? Let's push that wig back n***a Toones and Dub-C back to slaughter and sh** Switch tapes, Mixtapes yeah we started this sh** Finally me some real n***as y'all can feel n***as To all my ground converse and Chevy Grill Lexus.... [Hook: W.C.] [Outro: DJ Crazy Toones Talking] Yeah, I wanna piss on all y'all n***a's graves before I k** you Cause I'm tired of n***as claimin' the westcoast And ain't playin' no mothaf**in' the westcoast arts No doubt about it, that's some bullsh**