Still Rollin

[Lil' 1/2 Dead verse]
It's 7:20 am and I'm already awoke
I'm bustin down all my chronic roaches is smoked
I'm hella mad cause I had me a bag but I lost it
Or else did I smoke it, or else had to toss it
Damn you forget shit fuckin 'round with this shit
But I gotsta have it, my habit's like an addict
I spark the sticky residue immediately choke
Don't let it gets the best of me I tells my throat
As I stepped out my house and stopped short, no loc
I ran back in and I grabbed my 4-4
So, I'm 'bout to slide to the side they ride on
And post up them hoes that I can gets my grind on
My mind on nuttin' but my loot today
Just coming up and flossin like tooth decay
Fat sack, my strap and I'm rollin
And twelve packs dumpin and I'm smokin on the doja

[Lil' 1/2 Dead Hook 2x]
Still rollin and that's a fact
That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac (well alright)
Still rollin and you know that's right
Two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside

[Quick Ta Mac verse]
Well the Friday just hit and it's twelve o'clock
I gots my shit about to shop mustang T top
Karl motherfuckin T hooked me up with the bombay
So I gets my floss on, like that, peep the display
The summer's poppin and I'm gon be nigga knockin (why)
Cause jealous motherfuckers talk shit when they see you clockin
But that ain't shit cause that's the same niggas on my dick
Who wanna sell with me and bail with me and elevate their grip
The sun is up niggas deep cloggin up the street
Too Cool hit up the spot with hoes in his backseat
My pants was creased and was faded
You might as well call me Smokey cause I'm in by in on Friday
Too, that Boogaloo got me tweakin (uh huh)
Right now I'm chocolate speakin to talkin about this weekend
But you continue to dash up like mincheekin
This nigga Quick this Mike be peepin and have 'em niggas leapin

[Lil' 1/2 Dead Hook 2x]
Still rollin and that's a fact
That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac (well allright)
Still rollin and you know that's right
Two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside

[Lil' 1/2 Dead verse]
I decided to ride with a set-up camp
And put the lick down like a postage stamp
Wrap around the corner cause the cops on hot
I bend till the end then I drops my rocks
I locks up my hoop cause the dudes got beef
Plus niggas that seen shit straight dance in the streets
Heat in my pants in case I have to trip
My nina, double M with the extra clips
Slips never cause I always gots my strap and I
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
In fact, my sack was like way off in the cut
And tryna make a sell and the cops pulled up, shucks
I had the ends and the cavvy in my hand
They took me to the station and my bail was two grand
I bailed out and my pockets still swollin
And bailin up ocean nigga, and I'm still rollin

[Lil' 1/2 Dead Hook 4x]
Still rollin and that's a fact
That nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac
Still rollin and you know that's right
Two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside