paroles de chanson Rollin - Scarface , Chamillionaire , Bun B
They
see
me
rollin
They
hatin
Patrolling
they
tryin
to
catch
me
ridin
dirty
Tryin
to
catch
me
ridin
dirty
Tryin
to
catch
me
ridin
dirty
Tryin
to
catch
me
ridin
dirty
Tryin
to
catch
me
ridin
dirty
My
music
so
loud
I′m
swangin
They
hopin
that
they
gon
catch
me
ridin
dirty
Tryin
to
catch
me
ridin
dirty
Tryin
to
catch
me
ridin
dirty
Tryin
to
catch
me
ridin
dirty
Tryin
to
catch
me
ridin
dirty
Police
think
they
can
see
me
lean
I'm
tint
so
it
ain′t
easy
to
be
seen
When
you
see
me
ride
by
they
can
see
the
glean
And
my
shine
on
the
deck
and
the
TV
screen
Ride
with
a
new
chick,
she
like
hold
up
Next
to
the
playstation
controller
is
a
full
clip
and
my
pistola
Turn
a
jacker
into
a
coma
Girl
you
ain't
know,
I'm
crazy
like
Krayzie
Bone
Just
tryin
to
bone
ain′t
tryin
to
have
no
babies
Rock
clean
itself
so
I
pull
in
ladies
Laws
of
patrolling
you
know
they
hate
me
Music
turned
all
the
way
up
until
the
maximum
I
can
speak
for
some
niggas
tryin
to
jack
for
some
But
we
packin
somethin
that
we
have
and
um
will
have
a
nigga
locked
up
in
the
maximum
Security
cell,
I′m
grippin
oak
Music
loud
and
tippin
slow
Twist
and
twistin
like
hit
this
dough
Pull
up
from
behind
and
is
in
his
throat
Windows
down
gotta
stop
pollution
CDs
change
niggas
like
who
is
that
producing?
This
the
Play-N-Skillz
when
we
out
and
cruisin
Got
warrants
in
every
city
except
Houston
but
I'm
still
ain′t
losin
I
been
drinkin
and
smokin
holdin
shit
cause
a
brother
can't
focus
I
gotta
get
to
home
′fore
the
po
po's
scope
this
big
ol
Excursion
swerving
all
up
in
the
curve
man
Nigga
been
sippin
on
that
Hennessey
and
the
gin
again
is
in
again
we
in
the
wind
Doin
a
hundred
while
I
puff
on
the
blunt
And
rollin
another
one
up,
we
livin
like
we
ain′t
givin
a
fuck
I
got
a
revolver
in
my
right
hand,
40
oz
on
my
lap
freezing
my
balls
Roll
a
nigga
tree,
green
leaves
and
all
Comin
pretty
deep,
me
and
my
do-jo
I
gotta
get
back
to
backstreets
Wanted
by
the
six
pounD
and
I
got
heat
glock
glock
shots
to
the
block
we
creep
creep
Pop
Pop
hope
cops
don't
see
me,
on
a
low
key
With
no
regards
for
the
law
we
dodge
em
like
fuck
em
all
But
I
won't
get
caught
up
and
brought
up
on
charges
for
none
of
y′all
Keep
a
gun
in
car,
and
a
blunt
to
spark,
but
well
if
you
want,
nigga
you
poppin
dark
Ready
or
not
we
bust
shots
off
in
the
air
Krayzie
Bone
and
Chamillionaire
Do
what
you
thinkin
so,
I
tried
to
let
you
go
Turn
up
a
blink
of
light
and
I
swang
it
slower
A
nigga
upset
for
sure
cause
they
think
they
know
that
they
catchin
me
with
plenty
of
the
drinkin
drough
So
they
get
behind
me
tryin
to
check
my
tags,
look
at
my
rearview
and
they
smilin
Thinkin
they′ll
catch
me
on
the
wrong
well
keep
tryin
Cause
they
denyin
is
racial
profiling
Houston,
TX
you
can
check
my
tags
Pull
me
over
try
to
check
my
slab
Glove
compartment
gotta
get
my
cash
Cause
the
crooked
cops
try
to
come
up
fast
And
been
a
baller
that
I
am
I
talk
to
them,
giving
a
Damn
bout
not
feeling
my
attitude
When
they
realize
I
ain't
even
ridin
dirty
bet
you′ll
be
leavin
with
an
even
madder
mood
I'mma
laugh
at
you
then
I′mma
have
to
cruise
I'm
in
number
two
on
some
more
DJ
Screw
You
can′t
arrest
me
plus
you
can't
sue
This
a
message
to
the
laws
tellin
them
WE
HATE
YOU
I
can't
be
toss
or
tell
em
that
they
shoulda
known
Tippin
down
sittin
crooked
on
my
chrome
Bookin
my
phone
tryin
to
find
a
chick
I
wanna
bone
Like
they
couldn′t
stop
me
I′mma
bout
to
pull
up
at
your
home
and
it's
on
(Merci
1 Talking That Talk
2 Neck of My Woods
3 I'm a Hustla
4 Haters Listen Up!
5 Waiting 4 My Downfall
6 The Kings Are Here
7 Realest Nigga in It
8 Undisputed King Koopa
9 H-Town To A-Town
10 Something Like a Pimp
11 Deep Off
12 Chamillitary Street Check
13 In These Streets
14 Hold Up
15 Hate It or Love It Houston
16 Rollin
17 From the South
18 I Got This Outro
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