Artist：timbaland
Songs Title：roll out
Hey yall, can yall do something for me?
Can yall bounce, can yall bounce, what?
Hey yall, can yall do something for me?
Can yall bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce?
Hey yall, can yall do something for me?
Can yall bounce, can yall bounce, what?
Hey yall, can yall do something for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, timbaland
I be creepin in backyards, dippin in alley ways
My brother in the 360, Im in a escalade
We piled ride high, sittin on low pros
Petey in the back of us, with his range rov
Bold ladies sittin in back, one ridin in the front
No smokin in here, so put out your freakin blunt
This how we gon do it, so pay attention to the rules
Women in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes
Thats why we keep it live, cuz we keep ours alive
For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise
Thats how were gonna ball, walk before we crawl
This here, this here, is that party yall
Roll out (roll!)
Get crunked (roll!)
Get your girls (roll!)
Get your boys (roll!)
Hit the switches (roll!)
Bring the noise (roll!)
Roll out (roll!}
Get crunked (roll!)
Get your girls (roll!)
Get your boys (roll!)
Hit the switches (roll!)
Bring the noise (roll!)
Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the baddest
Rappin asses, tickin on a timbaland classic
Layin in traffic, shiftin gears in the automatic
Tryin to get past this old couple in a maverick
Beepin my horn at em, flickin on my hazards
G. callin me, on his cell phone laughin
Thinkin his chick hang out the sunroof flashin
I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit
Swerve back into traffic, radio blastin
Slammed on the brakes [skrut!], ya old bastard
Tim zig-zaggin, hell, he in the back and
Girls sittin on the trunk, droppin wine glasses
Wind blowin dresses up, showin off the pad and
Hopin I scripe long (? ? )
Whoop! you could be ms. barry, fine as you is
Tim, pull it over, let em ride in here
Catch me in a chick, and her name is kim
Tryna tell you who I hit cuz I ran out of bim
Fast food so dangerous that Im crackin my rim
Like why taco bell drive-thru so damn slim
Im out north too, no top on the benz
Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym
Man, Im sppeding through, not just feeling the wind
Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end
Now, Im needing to sin, lying again
Pumpin gas in the benz, with no money to spend
And every kid that walk in, cashier turning again
So its a good thing that lady walked in her twins
All I do is listen to eightball, with the hoes on call
High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve 2 steak and siemen
And Im scheming on your daughter with on condom and clairborne
Dont get it twisted, Im gold-toothed and two-fisted
Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed
Im past being beserk, I go to work
Tell the boss go head give me some sugars and hot sauce
With an atrack of diana ross playing
And drunk off some moonshine, I passed out and woke up at noontime
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face
Said them draws was versache, I thought she had versace