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ROLL OUT
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ROLL OUT,
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(feat. petey pablo, smokey (playa))
[intro: timbaland]
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
[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
[chorus]
Roll out (roll!)
Get the cars (roll!)
Get your girls (roll!)
Get your boys (roll!)
Hit the switches (roll!)
Bring the noise (roll!)
[panting noises]
Roll out (roll!}
Get the cars (roll!)
Get your girls (roll!)
Get your boys (roll!)
Hit the switches (roll!)
Bring the noise (roll!)
[panting noises]
[petey pablo]
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 [skrut!], 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 pad and
Polka dot scripe long cramed in their phanies
Whoop! you could be ms. barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here
[repeat chorus]
[smokey]
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-thru 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 sppeding 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
[repeat chorus]
[magoo]
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 2 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 atrack 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
[repeat chorus]
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(feat. petey pablo, smokey (playa)) [intro: timbaland] 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 [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 [chorus] Roll out (roll!) Get the cars (roll!) Get your girls (roll!) Get your boys (roll!) Hit the switches (roll!) Bring the noise (roll!) [panting noises] Roll out (roll!} Get the cars (roll!) Get your girls (roll!) Get your boys (roll!) Hit the switches (roll!) Bring the noise (roll!) [panting noises] [petey pablo] 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 [skrut!], 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 pad and Polka dot scripe long cramed in their phanies Whoop! you could be ms. barry, fine as you is Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here [repeat chorus] [smokey] 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-thru 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 sppeding 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 [repeat chorus] [magoo] 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 2 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 atrack 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 [repeat chorus]
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