Still Rollin'

(feat. Quick Ta Mac)

[verse: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

it's 7:20 am and I'm already awoke

I'm bustin down all my chronic roaches is smoked

I'm hella mad cause I had me a bag but I lost it

or else did I smoke it, or else had to toss it

damn you forget shit fuckin 'round with this shit

but I gotsta have it, my habit's like an addict

I spark the sticky resedue immediately smoked

don't let it gets the best of me I tells my troat

as I stepped out my house and stopped shortin, no loc

I ran back in and I grabbed my 4-4

so I'm 'bout to slide to the side they ride on

and post up them hoes that I can gets my grind on

my mind on nuttin' but my loot today

just coming up and flossin like dukes dekay

fat sack, my strap and I'm rollin

and twelve packs dumpin and I'm smokin on the doja

[chorus x2: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

still rollin and that's a fact

that nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac (well allright)

still rollin and you know that's right

two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside

[verse: Quick Ta Mac]

well the friday just hit and it's twelve o'clock

I gots my shit about to shot must stay T top

Karl motherfuckin T hooked me up with the bombay

so I gets my floss on, like that, peep the disflact

the summer's poppin and I'm gon be niggaz knockin (why)

'cause jealous motherfuckers talk shit when they see you clockin

but that ain't shit 'cause that's the same niggaz on my dick

who wanna sell with me and bell with me and elevate their grip

the sun is up niggaz deep cloggin up the street

Too Cool hit up the spot with hoes in his backseat

my pants was creased and was faded

you might as well call me Smokey 'cause I'm in by in on friday

too, that Boogaloo got me tweakin (uh huh)

right now I'm chocolate speakin to talkin about this weekend

but you continue to dash up like mincheekin

this nigga Quick this Mike be peepin and have 'em niggaz leapin

[chorus x2: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

still rollin and that's a fact

that nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac (well allright)

still rollin and you know that's right

two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside

[verse: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

I decided to ride with a set-up camp

and put the lick down like a postman staff

wrap around the corner 'cause the cops on hot revenge

'till the end then I drops my rocks on locks

off the hoop 'cause the doobs got near

plus niggaz is seem to see my shit is straight dancin the streets

heat in my pants in case I have to trip

double M with the extra clips

slips never 'cause I always gots my strap and I

never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

in fact, my sack was way off in the cut

and tryna make a sell and the cops pulled up, shucks

I had the ends and the cavvy in my hand

they took me to the station and my bell was too gray

I belled out and my pockets still swollin

and bellin up ocean nigga, and I'm still rollin

[chorus x4: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

still rollin and that's a fact

that nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac

still rollin and you know that's right

two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside