Still Rollin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 residue, immediately choke "Don't let it gets the best of me," I tells my throat As I stepped out my house and stopped short, 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 nothin', but my loot today Just comin' up and flossin' like tooth decay Fat sack, my strap, and I'm rollin' And twelve packs dumpin' and I'm smokin' on the doja [Chorus] Still rollin' and that's a fact That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc 2 Mac (Well, alright) Still rollin' and you know that's right Two B-G's from the "East-eastside" Still rollin' and that's a fact That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc 2 Mac (Well, alright) Still rollin' and you know that's right Two B-G's from the "East-eastside" [Verse 2: Quicc 2 Mac] Well, the Friday just hit and it's twelve o'clock I gots my shit about to shop, Mustang T-top Karl motherfuckin' T hooked me up with the bombay So I gets my floss on (Like that?), peep the display The summer's poppin' and I'm gon' be nigga knockin' (Why?) 'Cause jealous motherfuckers talk shit when they see you clockin' But that ain't shit 'cause that's the same niggas on my dick Who wanna sell wit' me and bail wit' me and elevate they grip The sun is up niggas deep cloggin' up the street Too Cool hit up the spot wit' 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 niggas leapin' [Chorus] Still rollin' and that's a fact That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc 2 Mac (Well, alright) Still rollin' and you know that's right Two B-G's from the "East-eastside" Still rollin' and that's a fact That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc 2 Mac (Well, alright) Still rollin' and you know that's right Two B-G's from the "East-eastside" [Verse 3: Lil' 1/2 Dead] I decided to ride wit' a set-up camp And put the lick down like a postage stamp Wrap around the corner 'cause the cops on hot I bend 'til the end then I drops my rocks I locks up my hoop 'cause the dudes got beef Plus, niggas that seen shit straight dance in the streets Heat in my pants in case I have to trip My Nina, 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 like 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 bail was two grand I bailed out and my pockets still swollin' And bailin' up ocean nigga, and I'm still rollin' [Chorus] Still rollin' and that's a fact That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc 2 Mac (Well, alright) Still rollin' and you know that's right Two B-G's from the "East-eastside" Still rollin' and that's a fact That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc 2 Mac (Well, alright) Still rollin' and you know that's right Two B-G's from the "East-eastside" Still rollin' and that's a fact That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc 2 Mac (Well, alright) Still rollin' and you know that's right Two B-G's from the "East-eastside" Still rollin' and that's a fact That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc 2 Mac (Well, alright) Still rollin' and you know that's right Two B-G's from the "East-eastside"