Rollin' Strapped, Pt. 2

Comin' up as yungsta Watchin' the OG's in the hood while they flossin' in they rides Candy paint, chrome wheels, and black magic on the attire Me, yeah I was lovin' it, but not old enough drive Parkin' lot pimpin' from the passenger side I use to walk everywhere I had to show up Shoe hills, one down like wheel rubber, man I was about to go nuts Hopefully I would blow up in these rap game man My people roll swanga's, I wanted to be rollin' the same thang Never had alot of work, but I was doin' what I could Movin' nickles, dimes, twenty's, and ounces all threw my hood Since I had a one yolla fines cash me up Mean while thumpin' for a ride my homies pass me up It's all gravy, when I'm able I'm a showin' all somthin' From a hopte to a foreign, I'm ballin' it's all or nothin' Treat my feet with' designer to fine sneak's when I leave my home Only place you catch me walkin' is to my mail box's Cause on the streets I be on crome I'll keep rollin' chrome I'll keep rollin' chrome Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on I'll keep rollin' chrome Huh, I started off with' a canary yellow cutlass supreme on bald tire's Yeah I know I was out of line But that was all I could find Or should I say that was all I could purchase for what I had to spend But at least I had somthin' to go from point A to B and No more offerin' gas money to get a lift Besides when your driven it's easyer to get a chick So ani't no more parkin' lot pimpin' at the club I'm up in there Seekin' little mama, with' thick thighs, I hope she let me in there Like swim wear, pull up to the motel, and we'll go in there Nothin' left to do but comit a sin there And that was in my hopte, but when I show up in my big body with' the gloss All of the boppers was boppin' I just could'nt shake'm off Sixteen switches, tewnty-two inches, trunk goin' to war They don't want to lay here with me, they want to lay in my car I was lovin' it back then and still love it today Except I'm not yellow cutlase no more, I'm 300 blue over gray, on chrome I'll keep rollin' chrome I'll keep rollin' chrome Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on I'll keep rolin chrome Finally I'm in the mix, ridin' twenty four's or twenty six My neck and my wrist lite, with' out me sellin' a brick Tv's in the roof and the dashboard and I'm watchin' a flick Rollin' with my pistol in my lap and I'm cockin' if I spy somethin' suspicious in my rear view mirror when I'm creepin' If you plan on jackin' me I plan on leavin' you sleepin' I be in different vehicle cause I'm havin' thangs King of the ghetto entertainment got me havin' change You can smell it on me, even tho quite, the way I live it be tellin' on me Don't get twisted I'm still a felon homie Thinkin' you goin' to rob me that's a N O And when I'm in N O I roll with god and as always Mr.Marsello And they be with me when they in Texas don't par take it as a spy Harlum nights in stores where they drop it like it's hot So if your tryin' to call me and I don't answer my phone I can't hear it cause my music to loud I'm bangin' on chrome I'll keep rollin' chrome (rollin chrome) I'll keep rollin' chrome (rollin chrome) Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on (holdin' on) I'll keep rolin chrome (yaah) I'll keep rollin' chrome (yes I am) I'll keep rollin' chrome (I'm rollin chrome) Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on (is what I'm holdin on) I'll keep rollin' chrome (S.U.C.) (Baby) (S.U.C.)