Roll On (feat. Afroman & B-Legit)

Uh

Yeah, uh, hahahaha

(Wa-ta) Yeah, say that then

(I see 'em, they bobbin' they head)

Afroman

Ah yeah, man, uh-oh, look at Rob over there chillin', you know what I'm sayin'

E-40 over there, you know what I'm sayin' (What he gon' do, though?)

He in the, he in the booth, you know what I'm sayin'

B-Legit

It don't stop, y'all, uh

E-Feezy

Hey

Afroman, y'all don't understand

That nigga crazy over there

Fa shiggadell

40 on the flow, man

Roll on

Roll on

(Why is it taking so hella long to come in?)

Don't let nobody put you down

You roll on

Roll on

Roll on

Don't let nobody put you down

(Don't let nobody put you down, pimp)

You roll on

Ayy, let me tell you about who I am, man

A-F-R-O-M-A-N

Sell more dope than Ronald Reagan

Spit rap songs like Copenhagen

I bet you wanna spin the disc again

I never caught a break 'cause I was always broke

I never ate a steak until I almost choked

I never baked a cake unless it was some dope

I was always the opposite of soap

Tried to make a mil' without a record deal

Selling tapes out the back of my Coupe de Ville

My pockets was skinny, I had to fatten 'em

I went what I call "parking lot platinum"

The new old school, the Tower of Power

I taught the whole world how to pop their collar

They call Big Earl, Stevens that is

Much love to little Darryl and all my folks in the feds

Roll on

Roll on

Don't let nobody put you down

You roll on

Roll on

Roll on

Don't let nobody put you down

You roll on

I used to buy quarters, couldn't fuck with an ounce

Now I write checks and watch the bank bounce

Work for the corporate world, no, never

Afroman's so paid forever

Got stars on my team, we roll phenomenal

I'm far from the scene but control the domino

At the bar sippin' Heem, my stroll Geronimo

Crack like that, black stack phenomenal

Man, I'm tired of grindin', I want out of this life

My thoughts be rhymin', they done asked a playa twice

They thought I was lyin', jappin' and jousin'

'Til I bought them little niggas an MPC-2000

I bounce to the hizzle 'cause the run was made

36 kicks, ice escapades

26 zips, got the best in naid

Two to six clips, bet your chest get sprayed

Roll on

Roll on

Ayy, 40 I wanna hear you singin' this shit too, mayne (Okay)

Don't let nobody put you down

You roll on

I want you to sing this shit too—everybody, where y'all at?

Some people see me and see negativity

Some people look at me and see positivity

But when I see myself, I see creativity

God created me and I create money

Jah man, put your hands up if you out here getting paid

Jah man, put your hands up if you out here getting laid

You using two condoms and you ain't catching AIDS

We been making rap tapes since the 8th grade, yeah

Girls and sex, I love it to death

I can't get enough, I'm holding my breath

I'm diving up in, I'm swimming to shore

I'm bringing her in, with me on a tour

Throw your head back back back back

Lean it to the side (Lean it to the side)

We used to be local (We used to be local)

Now we worldwide (Now we worldwide)

Throw your head back back back back

Lean it to the side (Lean it to the side)

We used to be local (We used to be local)

Now we worldwide (Now we worldwide)

Throw your head back back back back

Lean it to the side (Lean it to the side)

We used to be local (We used to be local)

Now we worldwide (Now we worldwide)

Throw your head back back back back

Lean it to the side (Lean it to the side)

We used to be local (We used to be local)

Now we worldwide (But now we worldwide)

Throw your head back back back back

Lean it to the side

Now we worldwide (It's all gravity, BIATCH!)