Rollin' (feat. Raheem DeVaughn, Laroo T.H.H., Mugzi, Work Dirty, Droop-E & Decadez) - E-40

Yeah, ooh Mighty, mighty Magnolia (T-H-A) I was sittin' up under these trees She was talkin' to me, said "Son do you know who I am? Who I happen to be?" And I told her, "The Might Magnolia that stand tall for the shoulders of slaves" "And soldiers when the days get colder" I'm so older but I'm young in my spirit From the blood I'd hear it From Mr. Malcolm, Garvey and Marley Then she started to tell me How she was used in the lynching of blacks Branch cracked, broke her arms so his neck would snap And if I wouldn't rap I'd probably meet the same damn fate From the same damn rope, I'm 'bout the same damn weight I said, "Wait man, wait" I still got the nooses just loose and they tighten that bitch up When I'm speakin' the truth They need proof that God exist So I gave The God Box It ain't shit hard as this, it ain't shit hard as this Flick a wrist, I flick a brick An O, I still get this dough These bitches know Everywhere we go it's Mississippi ho Peace the dro This some old outer space ballin', spacecraft callin' Black George Jetson Juice City Jack kawin' Paintin' pictures of scriptures I know that y'all missed us Crackers out here stackin' they army Tryna enlist us You pissed us off enough to click up on your ass The last shall be first and the first shall be last No average, no savage, this King Mula Billion-dollar freedom fighter And I take it if I gotta nigga Cracker Oh, Mother Magnolia Your daughters and your sons May the sky start cryin' As they hung lifeless from your arms Please Mother Magnolia Although the fruit is strange It's been such a long time comin' But will the seasons ever change? Let me try to offer y'all a whole 'nother perspective really quick Now this African American officer was an undercover Who lost a little brother because of a gang color Which eventually accelerated the cancer that killed his mother And he was married to a white woman that they called a nigga lover And it became a full time job not to kill a nigga I wonder does he still consider that he's still a nigga We all got choices, and the real recognize what's real and chose But he's basically still undercover in his civilian clothes All the right reasons But he may not even get that love again 'Cause salary's still not enough to be a Republican Issues of growin' up without a dad Had one too many, one night and forgot his badge A brawl ensued with a racist cop Didn't stop and ask He was sure that he was a nigga when he shot his ass Oh, Mother Magnolia Your daughters and your sons May the sky start cryin' As they hung lifeless from your arms Please Mother Magnolia Although the fruit is strange It's been such a long time comin' But will the seasons ever change? If a tree could speak It's probably shed a tear and weep For the skin like mine For being there behind Confederate lines Mighty Magnolia Mighty Magnolia

All up n ya ear, rockin' like bamboo (bamboo) Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo (bamboo) Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Uh, the beat is excruciating Your libel to find me up in an old school, Zeniths and Daytons Scooting and skating, beating and quaking, waking up the ave With a yellow bone the same complexion as a cab Money on my agenda ever since I came out the placenta, blowing and puffing on this indicia I'm a movie, I'm a cinema, motion picture gold figure 7 figure nigaa Just because I rap, don't think I won't squeeze the trigga' Not a barber but I pack an extra clippa' Put you in your place Send a couple of crash dummies, open up your face I'm addicted to this fast money rushing like a race Fuckin' around with the baking soda not the toothpaste I'm a do it till it's doomsday, till the day I'm sentenced In the meantime in between time, speak your money into existence Speak your money into existence, talking it up Man you gone live a long time, that's what's up Yea, all up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like, bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Uh, first off, we the opposite of soft We let it get twisted like fingers crossed We stay smoking like bad exhaust Broccolini, Zucchini, aviation, vegetation Broken English, distinguish E40's translation Protection my weapon of choice, magical Walther ppq m2, tactical I like guns with bolt action Like Mossberg So intruders, they'll get what they deserve Everybody in my platoon in a tycoon for sure Trips to Jamaica, vacation buy up the top floor I got ears, I be spitting [?] bitch Wordsmith got a cold sales pitch I can sell paper to a tree, water to the sea, snow to Tahoe, chips to Bellagio Fuckin' Halle Berry's on my bucket list I'll stick my tongue in her pussy lips All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up Wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up Wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up All up in their ear like, bamboo Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bitch Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac Make like a car accident, hit her from the back My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp See I be hood [unverified] But the only cheese I ever had was from the goods And man that was divided among [unverified] brothers and sisters Raised without a dad Basically we was supposed to be have to make good But what we hadn't [unverified] get the gat from one of my [unverified] On the tough, Uncle Bruce [unverified] Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pump Chicken heads squash through my hood with good intentions But always end up sparkin' antennas on bus benches Watchu know, whatchu say, what's the sco'? Is it a go? Then you with me after the show You smell? We hit the hotel, and knock boots Taught me some thangs, like who? Like Dr. Ruth Hey, hoe (Hey, hoe) All up in the kitchen on the flo', feel the mantra Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes Then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes That ain't no stickin' to the rules and regulation ship That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click On the east they got hot dogs and pretzel stands On the west they got tacos and burrito vans In the south, it's [unverified] and biscuit What about the Midwest? The Midwest, dey just love to kick it Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsor Can't be seen like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster Dialin' for dollars paper route and money counters Scrilla scratchin', paper chasin', poppin' collars Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what I know good I kick it in the hood real good Smoke real fat big blunts Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks Thirty-one double-eight-seven, that's nine-eleven Act like you're livin' I ain't no captain at the bar, signin' autographs on napkins Ball 'til we have it all, bartender talkin' about "Last call for alcohol" I'm 'bout to get to mashin' on that [unverified] If we don't get no mo' [unverified] throw glasses at that Moesha fag And I'm walkin' up out the do', step stuck and stutterin' Didn't even screw up and hit the floor If I woulda fell, it woulda been embarrassing Full of that there liquor, walked into a closet But I'm a king size nigga, baby, pull my coattail and just Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good)

Girl you know you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Girl you know you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Uh, you the baddest in the building You look like you should have my children Pretty face, small waist (small waist) Big tits, dumb cakes (dumb cakes) Where the fuck yo nigga at I don't see him nowhere around this bitch That nigga clown he broke I'm rich I'm having my money I'm having my bread I'm having my paper I'm having my chips He stay at at the motel six I stay at the Ritz My dick got replay value His needs some help He getting bad reviews-yelp She staring at a nigga I ain't talking steps Tell a nigga get to stepping you found someone else I'm hella high right now, whiskey, twisted, and I'm lit Give it to me, throw it at me, I don't need a catcher's mitt Whachu got? You got yams (yams) You follow me on Instagram? I tell you what Meet me where it's at, all black Twenty-one plus I be winning Blackjack Hold the fuck up No I ain't stuck up I just like my guys like my shoes Ya know, loafed up Going with that bro stuff I be on the go-go Do some tricks with a nigga Leave him hanging like a yo-yo I ride the ride too I wasn't built for a photo I be off that Earl Stevens, I be leaning like a photo Hold on (40 water) I just got a call from her man Little rascal, alfalfa Got a frog in his pants I'm like ribbit I don't fly spirit No I ain't no dolce(?) but I hustle like I'm dancing One door is tinted, roll it down, see a glint snow(?) Money make me cum Hundred thousand in my penny jar I ain't got it in me They ain't fucking with me Get rich or die trying That ain't really fucking fit me Baddest in the building Baddest in the building Ain't fucking with you Ain't fucking with you Baddest in the building Baddest in the building Ain't fucking with you

Party goin up like a airplane ... Cause im wasted yee bitch (4)