Yeah, clear enough for ya.
Why niggas look mad.
y'all supposed to be happy I'm free.
Y'all look like you wanted me to stay in jail
Old busters.

Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz.
I got no love for these niggas,
There's no need to be friends.
They got me under survailance.
That's what somebody be tellin' me.
Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin
Don't want to be another number.
I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin under.
The federales wanna see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now on release.
How will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did?
To feed kids.
One life to live.
It's so hard to be positive
When niggas shootin at your crib.
Mama, I'm still thuggin'
The world is a war zone.
My homies is inmates
And most of them dead grown
Full grown, finally a man
Just sceamin on ways to put some green inside the palms
Of my empty hands.
Just picture me rollin'.
Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen.
My dreams is scensored.
My hopes are gone.
I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone.
My nerves is wrecked.
Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen.
Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin.
Picture me rollin.
Can you see me now
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture
Can you see it?
Pictue me rollin.
Yeah nigga
Eh, but picture how my nigga Sak duke do it.
Guess who's back?

I got keys comin from overseas.
Cost a nigga 200 G's.
I'm a street comando.
Nino for example.
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle.
So I got to floss cuz I'm rollin like a boss playa.
Thug granted to be a women layer
So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin.
Make me wanna start bank bangin.
So I'm caught up in the game.
Let's go change.
Packin 40 glocks.
Contain or rearrange.
All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies
While I'm sippin on green leaves(?)
In front of black lexuses, chevies on the roam.
96 big bodies sittin on chrome
As we head up out the zone,
Stone facing is on.
Looking at mine but don't look too long.
I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin.
It's hard to imagine.
Picture me rollin.

I gots to get the fuck up in.
Goin to lay a caper.
Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper.
My bitch fin to have a bastard, see?
So I need to hit a lick, drastically.
I see some bald head ass niggas and they slippin in my spot
And, uh, diggin in the pots.
Check in the park, Pac.

We caught em sleepin.
We didn't think you niggas creepin.
This how we do it every weekend
And I dump for madness(?)
It's time to count the profit.
CPO, we got the bomb spot.
Nigga, time to clock it.
I get the liquor and you could get the females.
This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales.

Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9.
I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine.
Now we satisfied.
Got the pockets on swollen.
Boss hog and this Pac nigga.
Picture us rollin.

Heh, heh, heh.
Y'all ready for me?
Picture me rollin roll call.
You know there's some mother fuckers out there
I just could not forget about.
I wanna make sure they can see me.
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Faciluties,
All you bitch asses.
Can you niggas see me from there?
Ballin on all y'all punk ass.
Heh, ha ha!
Picture me rollin, baby.
Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks,
I told yall niggas when I come home it's on.
That's right nigga, picture me rollin
Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney)
Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court.
Can the ho see me from here?
Can you see me, ho?
Picture me rollin'.
And all you punk police, can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin' nigga, legit.
Free like OJ all day
You can't stop me.
You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker.
Noope, ?, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme
Can you picture us rollin?
Can you see me ho?
Is y'all ready for me .
We up out this bitch.
Any time y'all wanna see me again,
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
And picture me rollin.

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    General CommentWow cant belive people dont see meaning. This is his response to everyone who put him in jail/wanted him to stay in jail/and wants him dead. He lets them all know hes free and living the life still and that noone can interfere with his life. A great song and a great man
    jhendrix516on October 14, 2007   Link
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    QuestionI'm particularly interested in clarifying exactly what steps Boss Hog took to improve his financial situation. I understand his 9mm handgun was used to "hit" this "lick", but I'm confused as to the progression of events. Correct me if I'm wrong: It seems to me that he and Pac know of a local municipal park where the neighborhood ballers are known to relax with alcohol beverages as they play basketball. It's likely they've enjoyed success mugging people here before. I feel that Hog is iluminating for us how he and Tupac would lay low nearby, waiting for the players to get worn out from playing and become intoxicated from their drinks. In their drowsiness, our protagonists quietly make their approach to the basketball court, and rob the sedated ballers at gunpoint.

    I'd like to hear your opinions. I personally feel that this plan is dangerous and disrespectful, with short-lived earning potential. The Boss admits he's plundering this loot because he'd recently fucked a baby into his bitch, who seems apprehensive about the couple's preparedness to provide for their offspring. If anything were to go wrong with his plan, he could be incarcerated or worse, killed. Either outcome would put the baby's mother in an exponentially more distressing predicament, so it would be more prudent to find reputable employment. Also, the police presence at the park would increase, diminishing this tactic's efficacy and increasing the risks with each consecutive success. And doesn't the Boss care about the sadness of those he assaults, or the despair felt by the families of those he murders? Most importantly, making a career of mugging would keep Hog's mind trapped in a paradigm where he sees his neighbors as only being valuable for what possessions can be stolen from them, whereas their value lies in the comfort and strength their loving friendships could bring to his growing family. Ultimately, he may never know the abundant wealth he is forfeiting in his misinterpretation of his neighbor's true value.
    edsel_manon March 23, 2019   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis song dont mean shit!
    gorefiston May 09, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General Commentbullshit gorefist this song has a lot of meaning. it's tupac giving a big FUCK YOU to all the haters out there.....while they're busy hating on tupac plotting and scheming against him, he's telling them to just "picture me rollin' in my 500 benz".....and none of those broke ass niggers can say shit driving their 88 deltas hustlin to get some gas money.........this is tupac's song pretty much saying "you ain't got shit on me"
    MrMojoRisin5552on May 30, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentPicture me doing a cartwheel.
    irish_deftone6on November 18, 2004   Link
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    General CommentI can picture you dead
    wolfpacon November 18, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis song is about him driving his car, as in rolling on wheels:

    "Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz" - Mercedes Benz.

    "Just picture me rollin' flossin' a Benz on rims that isn't stolen".
    1stGospelon February 28, 2006   Link
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    General CommentAfter hitting a bowl to my head i just blast this song in my car....then i just rap along with him....yea u should definitely be faded when listening to this song
    GeraldineSSon December 12, 2006   Link
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    General CommentAfter hitting a bowl to my head i just blast this song in my car....then i just rap along with him....yea u should definitely be faded when listening to this song
    GeraldineSSon December 12, 2006   Link
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    General Commenti agree with you better words
    GeraldineSSon January 17, 2007   Link

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