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(Featuring Kanye West, Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Paul Wall & Slim Thug) [Intro x2: Kanye West] Will I ever change in this life? My grandma said that I'll never change and she right Y'all think that L.A. gang banging, shit hype? Well you finna' find out what the game be like [Verse 1: Game] Red rag on my rear view No tint in the Porsche, see clear through God screaming up out them speakers so loud that a nigga can't hear you Wake up to a diamond cross, I'm a Christian Got a nigga feeling like Obama 'nem Niggas shot out my windows, they jealous and envy They spit on my 'Rari, they keyed up my Bentley They went at my top dog like Ab-Soul and Kendrick I said I'm a killa', god damn it I meant it I said I sold crack, nigga bubbling skillets At my grandma's house, I was selling work in it And god bless her soul, she died Back out the four, load up the five Pop up the trunk, load up them pots Aye 'Ye, is this how them niggas do it in the Chi? Vice Lords, GD's Crips, Bloods and Impala's on gold D's SongtexteYes a nigga did swore he was a man in the hood, now he begging for his life on both knees I'm a killer, no codeind Ask 40 Glocc , niggas don't know me Got a problem blood, then come show me I'm on Rose Crayon's and them Kobe's Got diamonds off in my Rollie, granddaddy stuffed in my stogie Motherfuck them Axel Foleys Where I'm from, niggas shooting at the police Man these fuck niggas got me screwed up I'm like Papa Smurf in that blue truck Red hat, red pants, walking inside dreams with the kush in my hand I'm [Hook : Z-Ro] Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up [Verse 2: Trae The Truth] Young nigga 15, broke, livin' the scene Sawed off in my pants, bout to go make the lean Finna' rob me a nigga who's money wasn't the same Somebody gon' give it to me, or they wanna feel the blade Mama used to stroke it just to feed me scraps Every Saturday, it was YO! MTV raps Got sick of looking at other niggas that ain't deserve it so I followed my older brother to beat these traps I ain't worried about the love, I've seen everything The hood hot, like the devil had it off in his hands Send a strap your way, I seen a couple of fans Last pack, I took that and a couple of bands To think, cause of the heat I was doing that super smooth But they would give it to me, every day I was paying dues I was a young wild nigga missing a couple screws In the hood, when I'm scared, only thing I'mma use, when I'm... [Hook : Z-Ro] Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up [Verse 3: Paul Wall] Mane, hold up You don't need keans with a cup full of lean, and a 4-0 tucked No more sleep, gotta get more bucks, OG rolled up The stakes are high, so I pray to God the folks don't roll up Big sister told me I need to grow up But I need that money, better not crumb me Copping bands and my codeine coming Trying to get blow like my nose was runny I work for mine, you can't take that from me Wrap it up, like Egyptian mummy And have it ready when I roll on up Stacking dough on up, from the floor on up And I'm all through the hood like ice cream trucks, just rollin' [Hook : Z-Ro] Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up [Verse 4: Slim Thug] Keep kush rolled, that dream I'm holding In the candy caddy' with with ninety-forty Bought a drop, put it in the shop But everything I got, on that bitch stolen Had a grill but couldn't afford the wheels Had paint, but it wasn't candy Kick endo to try and get that dough Whole family know, so they couldn't stand me Run and tell your mama, come get your son Mama like damn, what the hell he done Brother had bricks, but didn't give me shit So when he went to the pen, I ain't said no shit Mama at work, so I ran the house Radio on lock, I am the boss Turn that face up like the Mary Jane I was slanging 'caine, got us all kicked out [Hook : Z-Ro] Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up [Outro: Game] From Comptron, all the way to Chi-Town Back on down to Houston, Texas baby Trae The Truth, Z-Ro, Slim Thugga, Paul Wall, Common, Kanye West, and The Game Jesus Piece Either you got one, you want one, or you bout to rob a nigga for one So what's it gon' be nigga? (Gun shots, laughs) Aus Songtexte Mania