Rollin’ With My Homies Coolio (Ft. L.V. (South Central Cartel))

Saturday morning, take the tre for a ride
The sun is out, I got my homies by my side
Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers
Hittin' corners on beat, steady dippin'
I hang a right at the light, 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 rag, so I can see some ass
Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear
Bumpin 40 Thevz so y'all can hear
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 drinks the gin and juice and that's alright
But a-Coolio with the flow sipping yak all night

[Chorus]
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...
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...

Crumble up the cake and roll it in a paper
Strike a match and light it up and pass it to your neighbor
Night time is the right time... a-DYNAMITE!!
We're gonna have a good time
I jump back in the rag and lock up the ash
Pop in the tape and I mash
West 105 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