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Roll Out Lyrics - Indecent Proposal - 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 

 

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 

 

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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 

 

Roll out 

(Roll) 

Get crunked 

(Roll) 

Get your girls 

(Roll) 

Get your boys 

(Roll) 

Hit the switches 

(Roll) 

Bring the noise 

(Roll) 

 

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Roll out 

(Roll) 

Get crunked 

(Roll) 

Get your girls 

(Roll) 

Get your boys 

(Roll) 

Hit the switches 

(Roll) 

Bring the noise 

(Roll) 

 

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, 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 

 

Roll out 

(Roll) 

Get crunked 

(Roll) 

Get your girls 

(Roll) 

Get your boys 

(Roll) 

Hit the switches 

(Roll) 

Bring the noise 

(Roll) 

 

Roll out 

(Roll) 

Get crunked 

(Roll) 

Get your girls 

(Roll) 

Get your boys 

(Roll) 

Hit the switches 

(Roll) 

Bring the noise 

(Roll) 

 

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-through 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 speeding 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 

 

Roll out 

(Roll) 

Get crunked 

(Roll) 

Get your girls 

(Roll) 

Get your boys 

(Roll) 

Hit the switches 

(Roll) 

Bring the noise 

(Roll) 

 

Roll out 

(Roll) 

Get crunked 

(Roll) 

Get your girls 

(Roll) 

Get your boys 

(Roll) 

Hit the switches 

(Roll) 

Bring the noise 

(Roll) 

 

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 two 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 a track 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 

 

Roll out 

(Roll) 

Get crunked 

(Roll) 

Get your girls 

(Roll) 

Get your boys 

(Roll) 

Hit the switches 

(Roll) 

Bring the noise 

(Roll) 

 

Roll out 

(Roll) 

Get crunked 

(Roll) 

Get your girls 

(Roll) 

Get your boys 

(Roll) 

Hit the switches 

(Roll) 

Bring the noise 

(Roll) 

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