Yeah, rollin' in my 6-4 Chevy Gold
Leamin' off the ground, thumpin' to the phone sound
Let me pound down the value for a quick sec
What's the left down the next? I'm lookin' for a hideaway
I peep out the fog, Simone, yeah, it's high noon
Got my hat flipped up, bumpin', I got the boom
Where's the yes guy? The Buddha and the rest
Says hydroponic, ties, dick, Hummel's country
It's best, eyes burnin' red from the green smoke
All the vinyls hit the switches like it was a car show
Squirtin' cherry flag, make the gold trim
White pearl top, that gold watch swingin' from my lip
Spinnin' on the hood, smokein' decent and fat
Leanin' to the side, the Aztec Mack
Yeah, you know my crew, it's a rollin'
optimization, mobbin' in the 6-4 Para
Rollin' in my 6-4
Rollin' in my 6-4
Rollin' in my 6-4
Rollin' in my 6-4
Six-fold leanin' to the side
Staring at my rod, decock the clock
Cruise up the block, hit the spot
Running low on the lift, hit the switch
With the motion getting sick, sick
And it's looking like I'm bawling, got my clucks calling
Throwing up they signs as they see me crawling
Fell out the parking lot
Dropping with a swerve
Watch for the curves, keep straight perv
Then I turn the keys to fame
I can't handle it, got my candle lit
At both ends getting scandalous
Hold my own state, shoot to the bone
Take a hit, then I slip up to the twilight zone
I slams my *, I buffs my whites
Making sparkle, watch the gold shine
Time to break, then I broke on a roll
Cruiser bumping oldies, scraping on the pocket hole
Got the straight plate, cover up the bottom
Put em in the sights, pull the trigger
Then I got em, shot em up to flow
Hop in and I roll, always got a new hoe
In my 64
Rolling in my 64
Rolling in my 64
Ah ah ah ah ah
Rolling in my 64
Ah ah ah ah ah
Rolling in my 64
I broke out the curb and the first thing I say is like
Where is the bitches, as I'm picking switches
I'm rolling in my 64 in power
And you know this crowd is making new dollars
It's going on tonight at the Pepsi
I'm winning it, but we'll see the oldies come on in
Yeah!
I'll be over
She said for only about an hour I waxed it, I taxed it, and then I took a shower
She creased up the dicks and I headed out the door around 6 in a DJ fame mix
Now I make my sister book, cruisin' up the block to the Gap Band, huh
Then I thump my pecs on smoke, starin' out the boogers as I roll
I'm the jumbo, I roll the karusha, I'm rollin' deep
So you best keep through the shop, so won't you let the beast of war
Miss the feelin' hard as * in my 64
Ooh, rollin' in my 64
Ooh, rollin' in my 64
Ooh, rollin' in my 64
Ooh, rollin' in my 64
Ooh, rollin' in my 64
Ooh, rollin' in my 64