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Timbaland - Roll Out - текст песни, видео

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Timbaland - Roll Out - текст песни, видео

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(feat. petey pablo, smokey (playa))

[intro: timbaland]

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

[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

[chorus]

Roll out (roll!)

Get crunked (roll!)

Get your girls (roll!)

Get your boys (roll!)

Hit the switches (roll!)

Bring the noise (roll!)

[panting noises]

Roll out (roll!}

Get crunked (roll!)

Get your girls (roll!)

Get your boys (roll!)

Hit the switches (roll!)

Bring the noise (roll!)

[panting noises]

[petey pablo]

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

[repeat chorus]

[smokey]

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

[repeat chorus]

[magoo]

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

[repeat chorus]
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