[Intro: Timbaland]
Hey y`all, can y`all do something for me?
Can y`all bounce, can y`all bounce, what?
Hey y`all, can y`all do something for me?
Can y`all bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce?
Hey y`all, can y`all do something for me?
Can y`all bounce, can y`all bounce, what?
Hey y`all, can y`all do something for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, Timbaland
[Timbaland]
I be creepin` in backyards, dippin in alley ways
My brother in the 360, I`m 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
That`s why we keep it live, cuz we keep ours alive
For that alcohol is full of, full of surprise
That`s how we`re gonna ball, walk before we crawl
This here, this here, is that party y`all
[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 panties
Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they fannies
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 I`m crackin` my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-thru so damn slim
I`m out north too, no top on the Benz
Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym
Man, I`m sppeding through, not just feeling the wind
Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end
Now, I`m 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 it`s 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 I`m scheming on your daughter with on condom and Clairborne
Don`t get it twisted, I`m gold-toothed and two-fisted
Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed
I`m 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
