Artist: Z-Ro Album: Crack Song: Rollin' Typed by: Lil Hustle [Z-Ro] Coming up as a youngster, watching the O.G.'s in my hood flossing in they rides Candy paint chrome wheels, and black magic on their tires Me yeah I was loving it, but not old enough to drive Parking lot pimping, from the passenger side I use to walk everywhere, I had to show up Shoe heels worn down like wheel rubber, man I was about to go nuts Hopefully I would blow up, in this rap game mayn My people rolled swangas, I wanna be rolling the same thang Never had all of the work, but I was doing what I could Moving nickels dimes twenties, and ounces all through my hood Since I had that A-1 yola, fiends cash me up Meanwhile thumbing for a ride, my homies pass me up It's all gravy, when I'm able I'ma show em all something From a hooptie to a foreign, I'm balling it's all or nothing Treat my feet with designer keats, and sleep in the finest home Only place you'll catch me walking is to my mailbox, in the streets I'll be on chrome [Chorus] I'll keep, rolling chrome I'll keep, rolling chrome Wood grain, is what I'm holding on I'll keep, rolling chrome [Z-Ro] I started out with a canary yellow Cutlass Supreme, on bald tires 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 something, to go from point A to B in No more offering gas money, to get a lift Besides when you driving, it's easier to get a chick So ain't no mo' parking lot pimping at the club, I'm up in there Seeking lil' mama with thick thighs, I hope she let me in there Like swimwear, pull up to the motel and we'll go in there Nothing left to do, but commit a sin there And that was in my hooptie, but when I showed up big body with the gloss All of the boppers was bopping, I just couldn't shake em off 16 switches 22 inches, trunk going to war They don't wanna lay up with me, they wanna lay up with my car I was loving it back then, and still love it today Except I'm not yellow Cutlass no more, I'm 300 blue over grey on chrome [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Finally I'm in the mix, riding 24's or 26 My neck and my wrist lit, without me selling a brick TV's in the roof and the dashboard, and I'm watching a flick Rolling with my pistol in my lap, and I'm cocking it if I spot something suspicious in my rearview mirror, when I'm creeping If you plan on jacking me, I'm planning on leaving you sleeping I be in different vehicles, cause I'm having thangs And King of Da Ghetto Entertainment, has got me having change You can smell it on me Even though I'm quiet, the way I live it be telling on me Don't get it twisted, I'm still a felon homie Thinking you gon' rob me, that's an N-O And when I'm in the N.O., I roll with Gotto Cuzzo and Mr. Marcelo And they be with me when they be in Texas, the Butt Naked is the spot Fonix, Harlem Nights and Scores where they drop it like it's hot So if you trying to call me, and I don't answer my phone I can't hear it cause my music's too loud, I'm banging on chrome [Chorus] S.U.C., baby S.U.C. Baby, S.U.C.