Artist: Flow Click f/ Joe (Bang Boogie) Album: Flow Click Song: Rollin' Typed by: Wammy Giveaway [T-Swoop] Check it, check it This for all the dippers here All the dippers in the west coast To the west coast Doin' thangs Bout to go down I see them Sparks Yo (Verse 1) It's that invincible My principal reason for comin' To the test, puttin' it down like O2 in ya chest It's the wild wild west, yippee ki yi yay Breakin' 'em off each and every day, got it bumpin' In the trunk and, nothin' but that funkin' bass Bumpin' so hard, you think there's people in there humpin' (Uh) Jumpin' on that avenue slick Scoopin' up Bobby Bout It and B-Way right quick (What up, dog) Face bullets on the way in, nuggets got some hay, hit (???), '64 Chevrolet Low-low's, yeah, we bringin' it back To the west where they belong with original chrome (Uh) Once again, it's on And poppin' People hittin' switches like they dippin' and droppin' Ain't no stoppin' the flow tonight Flow Click, west coast baby, goin' all night Chorus: Joe Rollin' Hoppin' down the street We rollin' You don't work, you don't eat, we Rollin' Three wheel motion Flauntin', talkin' Rollin' Hoppin' down the street We rollin' You don't work, you don't eat, we Rollin' Three wheel motion Flauntin', talkin' Rollin' (Verse 2) Yo I Pack 'bows, pack shows, pack hoes (Uh, uh, uh) If you trippin' off my style, then I get to packin' blows From your chins to your eye sockets, that's the way it goes (Sockets) Gettin' high like a sky rocket, that's the life I chose Some say that mama knows best, but we departed So pass me the bud and that brew, and let's get it started (Let's get it started) And once I'm started, I'm gettin' retarded I could make these people move like the fat guy that farted (Yo, watch out) We roll deep Deeper than that madness Leavin' fools on the floor, concrete curb, or the canvas I'm from the west, killer Cali be my dwellin' Palm trees, food stands, bad bitches, who you tellin' I'm tellin' you this, this Latin gon' get it crackin' And bringing the heat to your icicyle bones, and stackin' Chips and cheddar, nobody do it better Not just changin' the game, sipper, we changin' the weather Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) It's that Slow flow, D-O, no that ain't me It's that lyrical loco they call T I swoop into the Left lane, like we did back in the days So I can see the traffic goin' both ways (What up, yo) Stuck on every light like a moth Watchin' fine bitches takin' it off (Daymn, whoo) They look soft Can I come and chill with you for a minute Fuck a speed limit Ay yo, I'm tryin' to get up in it, hah My name is Swoop and you fine, and I flow You the kind of girl I could see up in my video G-string, don't be givin' up slack With a tattoo right above the crack, blow her back Baby, can we chill, you and your girlfriend (Uh) She looked me up, look me up, took me up, and now I'm in And that's the way it goes, for sho California style, sucker, dippin' in my low-low Repeat Chorus [Joe] How Joe sound, hah {*imitating Louie Armstrong*} With Louie Armstrong Three wheel motion {*normal voice*} Make a bitch Strip naked to the floor Strip naked to the floor {*English voice*} Excuse me Excuse me