Текст 311 – Rollin

Rollin’, windows down, kickback trollin’
I’m holdin’ and foldin’, see no cold in the streets
Dirty looks — huh — we think it’s funny
The workin’ class squares scrounge up all the money

Now I’m a tell a tale to you straight
Gonna tell you a story
It’s not a fairy tale and it gets a little gory
It happened one night when tequila was full
We were walkin’ to my car unaware unknowin’
I stepped up crossed the street in no hurry
And what happens next — it gets a little blurry
This chump nearly hits me in a green pinto
So I threw my bottle BANG!
It broke his window
He screeched to a halt, jumped out of his car
I stepped straight to him, gonna make him see stars, yes
The situation was going to explode
Thought I should give him a warning, said ya better hit the road
I knew it would be easy if I tagged him first
So I cracked him in the face all of the sudden with a burst
I hit him with a right then a left didn’t land
But he turned his head and I broke my hand

Whatcha gonna do?
Do whatcha gonna

I got a cast on my hand and the girls think I’m a jerk
I can’t play my bass and I can’t go to work