Rollin' With My Homies - Coolio

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

Hittin' corners 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 gat is on a mission

You can be Blood, or you can see Crippin' fool

But I ain’t trippin'

My homie Snoop kicks the gin and juice and that’s alright

But a-Coolio with the flow seems to yak all night

Rollin' with my homies (sippin' we yak all night, yeah)

Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the CPT, 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 CPT, 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 neighbour

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 on Crenshaw

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, «Wassup?»

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

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, cuz

And that’s why I say «In Crips We Trust»

I let her hit my twenty, got straight to the point

Wassup?

Do you wanna kick it or what?

I ain’t got time to be frontin', I ain’t talkin' 'bout nuttin' 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

Yes I’m rollin' rollin' rollin'

Yes I’m rollin' with my homies

Yes I’m rollin' rollin' rollin'

Rollin' with my homies… ooohhh…