Roll On 'em

[Intro: DJ Crazy Toones Talking]

just throw your set high on the air

swear it's gettin' mighty funky out there

there's some bitches over here, there's some niggaz over there

can I get a ride on cous' (yeah)

ha ha ha ha ha, this is dedicated to the whole (Suckers, suckers)

[Verse 1: Xzibit]

I take flight like fist fights

you see bright lights, throwin' lefts and rights

I keep my jaw light tight swingin'

bullets seein' pass your head though your windows

and plastic falls, it's rat cast get closed [laughter]

I laugh at those who chose to get ball

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 Cocked]

our lush fillin' of rush, feel the Adrenaline pumpin'

me and Dub and the Escalade dumpin' (yeah)

Crazy Toones productions, crate the ass [car peels out]

Limo tint down, let us track some tramps my nigga

when I walk I'm leavin' holes in the concrete

Xzibit dropped that heat from thirty thousand feet...

[Chorus: W.C.]

nigga what?

roll up on them, hit them up

pull the trigger, give it up

lift the Chevy, grill up

nigga what?

if you a crip or a blood

nigga I don't give a fuck

let me see them fingers up

nigga what?

roll up on them, hit them up

pull the trigger, give it up

lift the Chevy, grill up

nigga what?

got me throwin' up my Dubs

through that nigga cuttin' it up

Toones is fuckin' it up

[Verse 2: Young Maylay]

let me explain it, how I let the three wheel swingin'

drop it side to side, lock it up and then bang it

that's right, West Coast, L.A. originated

the pirate'll take flight, now I'm the pilot desingated

Maylay cocked 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'

flat bed in the back, just incase I gotta tore them

I cause I sure give it up, let me catch them with that wheels stuck

jumpin' out soundin' like Dub, yeah nigga what

two licks on the switch, and they got up (bang bang)

with the ass in locked up, that mothafucker hot hop...

[Chorus: W.C.]

nigga what?

roll up on them, hit them up

pull the trigger, give it up

lift the Chevy, grill up

nigga what?

if you a crip or a blood

nigga I don't give a fuck

let me see them fingers up

nigga what?

roll up on them, hit them up

pull the trigger, give it up

lift the Chevy, grill up

nigga what?

got me throwin' up my Dubs

through that nigga cuttin' it up

Toones is fuckin' it up

[Verse 3: MC Ren]

who is it, the black nigga with the big dick

toss it up with Crazy Toones takin' your trick

but that bitch better swallow

I don't give a damn if she has fake ass rap model

(Damn! nigga get the fuck out here! while below me down)

they sucked my balls, if she want me to stink

I don't give a fuck I'm filled with curse words (come on)

fuck all your Radio gigs and nerds

and fuck the (hey) my black ass still gon eat

Airplay they can't stop the Villain (aha)

slangin' Mixtapes like my fuckin' ass dope dealin' (what you need?)

take a flight with Dub and X (nigga)

let me foot print like the mothafuckin' tea-Rex (damn)

who got next, we run the court

and pregnant your bitch while you pay the child support (mark)

then I'm out, get the next tape (aha)

the Villainous make your punk ass can't wait, ugh...

[Chorus: W.C.]

nigga what?

roll up on them, hit them up

pull the trigger, give it up

lift the Chevy, grill up

nigga what?

if you a crip or a blood

nigga I don't give a fuck

let me see them fingers up

nigga what?

roll up on them, hit them up

pull the trigger, give it up

lift the Chevy, grill up

nigga what?

got me throwin' up my Dubs

through that nigga cuttin' it up

Toones is fuckin' it up

[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 niggaz livin'?, and how them niggaz steal stack?

is it really true them niggaz grew up on that house

niggaz 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 faggots, ya'll don't want it, cause we're pistol packin'

and you know the Childhood brothers won't get to gatin'

Click clackin', pass the cushion and zig-zag

dip that let that mothafucker get back

rip that 9 millimeter, clip gat

bust a U where these niggaz at?

let's push that wig back

Toones and Dub-C back to slaughter and shit

switch tapes, Mixtapes yeah we started this shit

find me some real niggaz y'all can feel niggaz

to all my ground converse and Chevy Grill Lexus...

[Chorus: W.C.]

nigga what?

roll up on them, hit them up

pull the trigger, give it up

lift the Chevy, grill up

nigga what?

if you a crip or a blood

nigga I don't give a fuck

let me see them fingers up

nigga what?

roll up on them, hit them up

pull the trigger, give it up

lift the Chevy, grill up

nigga what?

got me throwin' up my Dubs

through that nigga cuttin' it up

Toones is fuckin' it up

[Outro: DJ Crazy Toones Talking]

yeah

I wanna piss on all y'all nigga's graves

before I kill you

Cause I'm tired of niggaz claimin' the westcoast

and ain't playin' no mothafuckin' the westcoast arts no doubt about it

that's some bullshit