"Rollin' With My Homies" as written by Artis L Jr Ivey and Ralph Sall....
Saturday morning, take the train for a ride
The sun is up, I got my homies by my side
Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers
On the beach, daddy dippin'
I hang a light at the right, ready to have fun
Then I bust a left for the 121
Pull it into park and lay it on the grass
I roll back the ride, so I can see some ass
Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear
Bump a forty, leaves me gawkin' here
I hits 'em up for the circle, that's how I'm livin'
Crowbars in the house and got us on a mission
You can be Blood, or you can see cryppin' fool
But I ain't trippin'
My homie Snoop kicks the dinner juice and that's alright,
But a-Coolio with the flow seems to yak all night

[Chorus]
Rollin' with my homies (sippin' we yak all night, yeah)
Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the C-B-T, and it's alright)
Yak all night
Rollin' with my homies (sippin' yak all night, yeah)
Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the C-B-T, and it's alright)
Yak all night

Pumpin' up the keg and roll it in a paper
It's like a match, you light it up and pass it to your neighbor
Night time is the right time, a-dynamite!
We're gonna have a good time
I jump back in the wagon, lock up the ass
Pop in the tape and a match
West when I fly I take the exit o'
And guess what I saw
Two fools at the light, they stared me up
But I just look 'em in the eye and I say, "whats up?"
And even though I really don't want no trouble
I got thirty-one replies to bust your bubble
I don't really wanna hurt nobody
So I keeps on rollin' on my way to the party
I just wanna kick it, yeah, that's the ticket
Pass me the cup so we can get twisted

[Chorus]

I'm rollin' with my homies, yeah
'Said we'd yak all night, yeah yeah

I roll up to the party and I'm straight old bent
And 'catchin' me a freak was my intent
There's a whole pack o' rats' ass standin' in the front
So I drops the ass and let the sistas bump
Here comes one now, she's on the tip
She says she likes the way my woofers kick
But I don't fall in love with every girl I see
So I pass up two and go straight to three
She got a ass like the back of a bus, 'cause
And that's why I say
I let her hit my twenty, got straight to the point
Whats up? Do you wanna kick it or what?
I ain't got time to be frontin',
I ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Just a little sumpin' sumpin'
If you're fine and you won't front
I don't wanna be your man, but I'll hook you up.

[Chorus: x2]

Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yes I'm rollin' with my homies
Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin',
Rollin' with my homies ooh


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"Rollin' With My Homies" as written by Jr. Ivey Artis L.

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