Roll Out

[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 3-6-0, 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 s*xy 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' a*ses, tickin' on a Timbaland cla*sic 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' Look at this chick hang