They Roll (feat. The Game)

Rolling on Slauson

Rolling on Slauson

Rolling on Slauson

Compton's in the house

Compton's in the house

Blue Converse, ****

Rich rolling from the dirt, just banging my turf like Snoop did

Same color rag just a new Crip

Blue bandanas, blue Dickies and a deuce fifth

And Slauson Ave ain't the side you could truce with

Homicide city turned these young **** ruthless

Well, loose lips will make a snitch **** shoes slip

Pistol introduce a pussy **** to the pulpit

Blue rag, S hat, gold on my neck fat

Gun case, catch that, this neighborhood, I rep that

Bust heads, peel caps, cook coke, sell crack

Hit the county jail, make your enemies run that

Momma know my gun clap, granny know my gun clap

Shoot it out, fuck that, duck down, bust back

Deuce deuces on my Cadillac

California state of mind since Kurupt dropped with Battlecat

(Rolling on Slauson)

Some **** Cripping and some **** don't

(Rolling on Slauson)

(Rolling on Slauson)

Times get so crazy when you're out on your own

(Compton's in the house)

Some **** Blooding and some **** don't

(Compton's in the house)

'Cause times get so crazy when you're out on your own

(Rolling on Slauson)

But we gets it cracking like the old G's used to do

(Rolling on Slauson)

(Rolling on Slauson)

We keeps it cracking like the old G's use to do

In '85, in '87, in '91

(Compton's in the house)

Them gangstas, they roll

(Compton's in the house)

Them gangstas, they roll

(They roll, they roll)

Red Converse, ****

Soowooping from the dirt, ****, banging my turf like Snoop did

And it's still 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop

When I'm dipping down the block banging Black Superman

And CJ Mac, nah, Game wasn't the first with the L.A. tat

It was Keita Rock, I'm the Blood, him straight from Cedar block

Name still painted on the wall, I never leave the block

Can't stop, won't stop, gotta keep the heater cocked

Fiends like S Dot they'll never leave the rock

Palm trees, Crips, Bloods, hunnids in the strip club

Game soowooped out, and Nipsey all Cripped up

C-walk, B-walk, stomping in my red Chucks

Red rag, pants sag, ****, I don't give a fuck

Bigger rims on bigger trucks

California state of mind since Pac dropped Hit 'Em Up

(Rolling on Slauson)

Some **** Cripping and some **** don't

(Rolling on Slauson)

(Rolling on Slauson)

Times get so crazy when you're out on your own

(Compton's in the house)

Some **** Blooding and some **** don't

(Compton's in the house)

'Cause times get so crazy when you're out on your own

(Rolling on Slauson)

But we gets it cracking like the old G's used to do

(Rolling on Slauson)

(Rolling on Slauson)

We keeps it cracking like the old G's use to do

In '85, in '87, in '91

(Compton's in the house)

Them gangstas, they roll

(Compton's in the house)

Them gangstas, they roll

(They roll, they roll)