Lyrics

[Chorus] Hangin' out with the fellas (Till the break of dawn) We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight) With an uptown thang, and we're rolling On and on, on and on, yeah [Verse 1] Waking up to a brand new moment It's kind of wet out, so I put the 40 below the zone And jump in my jeep As I pull out the driveway and murk up the street It feels good to have my back in my jeep Jump and park to the front, that be making you move your rump And now it's a Friday morn I've been on tour so long I wanna freak till the break of dawn As I'm cruising down the highway A 325 pulls up and says, uh, you're going my way Look in your rear view mirror Better yet, look at your window Maybe you can see things clearer I look back and see a Lexus Coupe's The pathfinder, a big-ass Land Cruiser True, I'm saying ain't no way I'm gonna pull over and get my ride jacked I ain't going out like that And then the 325 window rolled down With honeys in there pumping EPM deep sounds She said, we rolling to Apollo There's nothing but girls in my crew If you're rolling, follow Picked up my Motorola dial, two eight one Yo so I can get a hold of E-Z Rock And my homies cause it's on and were rolling till the early morning [Chorus] Hangin' out with the fellas (Till the break of dawn) We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight) With an uptown thang, and we're rolling On and on, on and on, yeah [Verse 2] I'm on one two fifth desk waitin' for the funk That punk side of E-Z Rock's trunk (Yeah) I hear a skid then I look to the side (Yo Rob, what up?) Now we gonna ride It's not the cars that be always makin' a killin' I see a group of motorcycles scoopin' up the woman And everyday is like a black expo Cause if you been to 25th then you already know They got the honeys with the spandex, the doobies Clear a patch, a box, braids, and ghetto booties [Chorus] Hangin' out with the fellas (Till the break of dawn) We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight) With an uptown thang, and we're rolling On and on, on and on, yeah [Verse 3] The night is not over cause it just begins Because a happy man is a man that gets skins Cruisin' down the block, throwin' the disc Cause my CD player gives off sounds that's crisp I get a blink from hot beans comin' from the back It's one of my homies pumpin', baby got back So we hit 45th for the Willie Burgers McDonald's is cool, but this is what I prefer A funky, fresh, Harlem-style meal Plus, the burgers are fat and all that You gotta watch your step when you stalk Because the armor all bottles all over the sidewalk From the brothers that be cleanin' their rides From the back to the front to the rugs inside [Chorus] Hangin' out with the fellas (Till the break of dawn) We got some fillies in the 40's too (Aight) With an uptown thang, and we're rolling On and on, on and on, yeah