作词 : Morales, Nehra, Ritchie ... If every thing's tight, from my loot to my friends I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends I've been that route too many times If I ain't stabbed in the back, I ain't fightin no crime I wish for that which my heart holds near But ain't nobody playin' what I'm tryin' to hear I've been sayin' for years that the fakes wouldn't last You were jockin' that bull****t, now you look like a ass Get gassed in your garage of sickness As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness' Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill Ain't got nothin' more than time to kill Form like a blister, drink like a failure Rip like a twister right through a trailer Park after dark is when you'll see me comin' My gun's gunnin' an' the 808's hummin' Raw, raw, rip, rock rude Sample anythin' I like an' never get sued At 18 I had a hardcore attitude When I turned 19, I was tourin' with Ice CubeIt's true, I'm from the old school Where the rules don't bend an' the beats don't end No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the **** I beI'm still the body rockin' three emcee So clap your hands to what he's doin' I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate I'm a contradiction, I'm a twist of fate See me rollin' You got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searchin' underneath the sun I'm dead as ****t, but I ain't been killed See I'm a mack, I'm a truck but I'm Peter built I am the Trucker an' my ego's large I'm the K to the I, call me sarge Roll number seven, raise south of HeavenSee my crew comin' hear them Harleys revvin' I'm steppin' to your crew with a glick of hits Got 3 LP's but I ain't got no hits An ungreatful, hateful, little son of a GI'm a deadhead runnin' from the D.P.D.Got soul so plagued with the rhythm's cancer Grab a pole an' you'll be swingin' like a topless dancer Bil**ore Beavers an' a Top Dog Coat Top car, four Vogues on a hundred spokes Got a round trip ticket to The Promised LandIf it ain't all that I'll be back my man Rolllin'You got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searchin' underneath the sun Rolllin'You got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searching underneath the sun Come onFeel me Days roll by, they roll too fast I said, days roll by, I watch them pass Yeah, you wanna roll with RockAn' party with crews that just don't stop, yeah Rolllin'You got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searching underneath the sun Searching underneath the sun Searching underneath the sun
作词 : Morales, Nehra, Ritchie ... If every thing's tight, from my loot to my friends I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends I've been that route too many times If I ain't stabbed in the back, I ain't fightin no crime I wish for that which my heart holds near But ain't nobody playin' what I'm tryin' to hear I've been sayin' for years that the fakes wouldn't last You were jockin' that bull****t, now you look like a ass Get gassed in your garage of sickness As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness' Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill Ain't got nothin' more than time to kill Form like a blister, drink like a failure Rip like a twister right through a trailer Park after dark is when you'll see me comin' My gun's gunnin' an' the 808's hummin' Raw, raw, rip, rock rude Sample anythin' I like an' never get sued At 18 I had a hardcore attitude When I turned 19, I was tourin' with Ice CubeIt's true, I'm from the old school Where the rules don't bend an' the beats don't end No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the **** I beI'm still the body rockin' three emcee So clap your hands to what he's doin' I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate I'm a contradiction, I'm a twist of fate See me rollin' You got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searchin' underneath the sun I'm dead as ****t, but I ain't been killed See I'm a mack, I'm a truck but I'm Peter built I am the Trucker an' my ego's large I'm the K to the I, call me sarge Roll number seven, raise south of HeavenSee my crew comin' hear them Harleys revvin' I'm steppin' to your crew with a glick of hits Got 3 LP's but I ain't got no hits An ungreatful, hateful, little son of a GI'm a deadhead runnin' from the D.P.D.Got soul so plagued with the rhythm's cancer Grab a pole an' you'll be swingin' like a topless dancer Bil**ore Beavers an' a Top Dog Coat Top car, four Vogues on a hundred spokes Got a round trip ticket to The Promised LandIf it ain't all that I'll be back my man Rolllin'You got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searchin' underneath the sun Rolllin'You got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searching underneath the sun Come onFeel me Days roll by, they roll too fast I said, days roll by, I watch them pass Yeah, you wanna roll with RockAn' party with crews that just don't stop, yeah Rolllin'You got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searching underneath the sun Searching underneath the sun Searching underneath the sun
