Versuri 10. Roll Out

Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? 
Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what? 
Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? 
Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce? 
 
Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? 
Can y'all bounce, can y'all bounce, what? 
Hey y'all, can y'all do something for me? 
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, Timbaland 
 
I be creepin' in backyards, dippin' in alley ways 
My brother in the 360, I'm in a escalade 
We piled ride high, sittin' on low pros 
Petey in the back of us, with his range rov 
 
Bold ladies sittin' in back, one ridin' in the front 
No smokin' in here, so put out your freakin' blunt 
This how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules 
Women in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes 
 
That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep ours alive 
For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise 
That's how we're gonna ball, walk before we crawl 
This here, this here, is that party y'all 
 
Roll out 
(Roll) 
Get crunked 
(Roll) 
Get your girls 
(Roll) 
Get your boys 
(Roll) 
Hit the switches 
(Roll) 
Bring the noise 
(Roll) 
 
Roll out 
(Roll) 
Get crunked 
(Roll) 
Get your girls 
(Roll) 
Get your boys 
(Roll) 
Hit the switches 
(Roll) 
Bring the noise 
(Roll) 
 
Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the baddest 
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland classic 
Layin' in traffic, shiftin' gears in the automatic 
Tryin' to get past this old couple in a Maverick 
 
Beepin' my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards 
G. callin' me, on his cell phone laughin' 
Thinkin' his chick hang out the sunroof flashin' 
I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit 
 
Swerve back into traffic, radio blastin' 
Slammed on the brakes, ya old bastard 
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the back 
And girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine glasses 
 
Wind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties 
Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they fannies 
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, fine as you is 
Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here 
 
Roll out 
(Roll) 
Get crunked 
(Roll) 
Get your girls 
(Roll) 
Get your boys 
(Roll) 
Hit the switches 
(Roll) 
Bring the noise 
(Roll) 
 
Roll out 
(Roll) 
Get crunked 
(Roll) 
Get your girls 
(Roll) 
Get your boys 
(Roll) 
Hit the switches 
(Roll) 
Bring the noise 
(Roll) 
 
Catch me in a chick and her name is Kim 
Tryna tell you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim 
Fast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim 
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so damn slim 
 
I'm out north too, no top on the Benz 
Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym 
Man, I'm speeding through, not just feeling the wind 
Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end 
 
Now, I'm needing to sin, lying again 
Pumpin' gas in the Benz with no money to spend 
And every kid that walk in, cashier turning again 
So it's a good thing that lady walked in her twins 
 
Roll out 
(Roll) 
Get crunked 
(Roll) 
Get your girls 
(Roll) 
Get your boys 
(Roll) 
Hit the switches 
(Roll) 
Bring the noise 
(Roll) 
 
Roll out 
(Roll) 
Get crunked 
(Roll) 
Get your girls 
(Roll) 
Get your boys 
(Roll) 
Hit the switches 
(Roll) 
Bring the noise 
(Roll) 
 
All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on call 
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks 
Grill in my bed and serve two steak and siemen 
And I'm scheming on your daughter 
With on condom and Clairborne 
 
Don't get it twisted, I'm gold toothed and two fisted 
Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed 
I'm past being beserk, I go to work 
Tell the boss, "Go 'head 
Give me some sugars and hot sauce" 
 
With an a track of Diana Ross playing 
And drunk off some moonshine 
I passed out and woke up at noontime 
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face 
Said them draws was Versache, I thought she had Versace 
 
Roll out 
(Roll) 
Get crunked 
(Roll) 
Get your girls 
(Roll) 
Get your boys 
(Roll) 
Hit the switches 
(Roll) 
Bring the noise 
(Roll) 
 
Roll out 
(Roll) 
Get crunked 
(Roll) 
Get your girls 
(Roll) 
Get your boys 
(Roll) 
Hit the switches 
(Roll) 
Bring the noise 
(Roll)