{"id":47856,"date":"2012-12-04T14:28:07","date_gmt":"2012-12-04T06:28:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=47856"},"modified":"2012-12-04T14:28:07","modified_gmt":"2012-12-04T06:28:07","slug":"game-ft-kanye-west-rollin-%e6%ad%8c%e8%af%8dlyrics","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/?p=47856","title":{"rendered":"Game Ft. Kanye West.. \u2013 Rollin’ (\u6b4c\u8bcd\/Lyrics)"},"content":{"rendered":"

[Intro x2: Kanye West]
\nWill I ever change in this life?
\nMy grandma said I’ll never change and she right
\nY’all think that L.A. gang banging, shit hype?
\nWell you finna’ find out what the game be like<\/p>\n

[Game]
\nRed rag on my rear view
\nNo tint in the Porsche, see clear through
\nGod screaming up out them speakers so loud that a n*gga can’t hear you
\nWake up to a diamond cross, I’m a Christian
\nGot a n*gga feeling like Obama ‘nem
\nn*ggas shot out my windows, they jealous and envy
\nThey spit on my ‘Rari, they keyed up my Bentley
\nThey went at my top dog like Ab-Soul and Kendrick
\nI said I’m a killa’, god damn it I meant it
\nI said I sold crack, n*gga bubbling skillets
\nAt my grandma’s house, I was selling work in it
\nAnd god bless her soul, she died
\nBack out the four, load up the five
\nPop up the trunk, load up them pots
\nAye ‘Ye, is this how them n*ggas do it in the Chi?
\nVice Lords, GD’s
\nCrips, Bloods and Impala’s on gold D’s
\nYesterday a n*gga swore he was a man in the hood
\nNow he begging for his life on both knees
\nI’m a killer, no ?
\nAsk 40 Glocc , n*ggas don’t know me
\nGot a problem blood, then come show me
\nI’m on Rosecrans ing them Kobe’s
\nGot diamonds off in my Rollie, granddaddy stuffed in my stogie
\nMotherf-ck them Axel Foleys
\nWhere I’m from, n*ggas shooting at the police
\nMan these f-ck n*ggas got me screwed up
\nI’m like Papa Smurf in that blue truck
\nRed hat, red pants, walking inside dreams with the kush in my hand
\nI’m<\/p>\n

[Hook x4: Z-Ro]
\nRollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
\nThem drugs up<\/p>\n

[Trae The Truth]
\nYoung n*gga 15, broke, livin\u2019 the scene
\nSawed off in my pants, \u2018bout to go make the lean
\nFinna’ rob me a n*gga who\u2019s money wasn\u2019t the same
\nSomebody gon’ give it to me, or they wanna feel the blade
\nMama used to stroke it just to feed me scraps
\nEvery Saturday, it was YO! MTV raps
\nGot sick of looking at other n*ggas that ain’t deserve it
\nSo I followed my older brother to beat these traps
\nI ain’t worried about the love, I’ve seen everything
\nThe hood hot, like the devil had it off in his hands
\nSend a strap your way, I seen a couple of fans
\nLast pack, I took that and a couple of bands
\nIf I ain’t hustle to eat, I was doing ?
\nBut they would give it to me, everyday I was paying dues
\nI was a young wild n*gga missing a couple screws
\nIn the hood, when I’m scared, only thing I’mma use, when I’m…<\/p>\n

[Hook]<\/p>\n

[Paul Wall]
\nMane, hold up
\n? with a cup full of lean, and a 4-0 tucked
\nNo more sleep, gotta get more bucks, OG rolled up
\nStakes are high, so I pray to God the folks don’t roll up
\nBig sister told me I need to grow up
\nBut I need that money, better not crumb me
\n? and my codeine coming
\nTrying to get blow like my nose was runny
\nI work for mine, you can’t take that from me
\nWrap it up, like Egyptian mummy
\nAnd have it ready when I roll on up
\nStacking dough on up, from the floor on up
\nAnd I’m all through the hood like ice cream trucks, just rollin’<\/p>\n

[Hook]<\/p>\n

[Slim Thug]
\nKeep kush rolled, that dream I’m holding
\nIn the candy Caddy’ with with ninety-forty
\nBought a drop, put it in the shop
\nBut everything I got, on that b*tch stolen
\nHad a grill but couldn’t afford the wheels
\nHad paint, but it wasn’t candy
\nKick endo to try and get that dough
\nWhole family know, so they couldn’t stand me
\nRun and tell your mama, come get your son
\nMama like damn, what the hell he done
\nBrother had bricks, but didn’t give me shit
\nSo when he went to the pen, I ain’t said no shit
\nMama at work, so I ran the house
\n? on lock, I am the boss
\nTurn that face up like the Mary Jane
\nI was slanging ‘caine, got us all kicked out<\/p>\n

[Hook]<\/p>\n

[Outro: Game]
\nFrom Comptron, all the way to Chi-Town
\nBack on down to Houston, Texas baby
\nTrae The Truth, Z-Ro, Slim Thugga, Paul Wall, Common, Kanye West, and The Game
\nJesus Piece
\nEither you got one, you want one, or you bout to rob a n*gga for one
\nSo what’s it gon’ be n*gga?
\n(Gun shots, laughs)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"