Roll Out

(feat. petey pablo, smokey (playa)) [intro: timbaland] Hey yall, can yall do something for me? Can yall bounce, can yall bounce, what? Hey yall, can yall do something for me? Can yall bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce? Hey yall, can yall do something for me? Can yall bounce, can yall bounce, what? Hey yall, can yall do something for me? Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, timbaland [timbaland] I be creepin in backyards, dippin in alley ways My brother in the 360, Im 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 sexy gear, draws down and no shoes Thats why we keep it live, cuz we keep ours alive For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise Thats how were gonna ball, walk before we crawl This here, this here, is that party yall [chorus] 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 asses, tickin on a timbaland classic 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 grass, like to kill a rabbit Swerve back into traffic, radio blastin Slammed on the brakes [skrut!], ya old bastard Tim zig-zaggin, hell, he in the back and Girls sittin on the trunk, droppin wine glasses Wind blowin dresses up, showin off the pad and Hopin I scripe long (? ? ) 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 Im crackin my rim Like why taco bell drive-thru so damn slim Im out north too, no top on the benz Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym Man, Im sppeding through, not just feeling the wind Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end Now, Im 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 its 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 Im scheming on your daughter with on condom and clairborne Dont get it twisted, Im gold-toothed and two-fisted Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed Im 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 passed out and woke up at noontime Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face Said them draws was versache, I thought she had versace [repeat chorus]