[Intro-lude] Can you ball Montell? You got game? (Yeah, I got game!) Okay buddy (Okay) I know he ain't got no game [Intro] I got good dues if you like the rules From the westside to the eastside From the northside to the southside I said I got good dues Oh oh ohh, oh yeah Oh yeah The sun comes up in my neighborhood I scratch my nuts, and man it sure feels good I'm leanin' in the corner like I'm barely alive 'Cause I remember a time when I didn't have a ride Always in the passenger seat And always next to last when the honeys, we would meet But now that things have changed, slightly re-arranged I must admit, it's kinda strange To be walkin' down the 'Shaw with my big black boots And my happy Nappy wear, and my Karl Kani suits I got a big truck, it's parked up the block, and I see ya ladies jockin', yeah, you're takin' stock Now that I have your attention, did I mention The days of ol' when I used to get my stroll on I got back in LA, uh, it's in my CD player Are now long gone, 'cause... 1 - I gotta get my roll on I've got to get mine Don't you know it's time I gotta get my roll on Repeat 1 Now check it I'm sitting in my ride 'Cause a brotha got a telephone And all the honeys all look inside And see what's going on 'Cause my windows have a real dark tint They roll up slow, but they have to squint To keep these hoochies steady starin' Tryin' to see what a nigga is wearin' And you know they're thinkin' crazy things My license plate says "swing" About chandeliers and ice cream bars And sick sick brothas, and the big black cars But hold on tight my dear Because I gotta, I gotta, I gotta (roll) 'Cause Monty got speakers out to here I'll have you shakin' your head like you're losin' control Repeat 1 Repeat 1 A nigga like Monty needs to see a little clearer I'm at Sharwin King, I checks my rear-view mirror Then I hear a honey honkin' at my Rover She says "pull over" so I pull over Out jumps my ride and I go to the curb My ? to her, I attemps to serve She say she likes me, she's jockin' my crew So tell me what the hell am I supposed to do She's givin' me love, she's givin' me love So I write my phone number on a dub Then I pass it through the window It's back inside All of my niggas like to ride, yeah 'Cause she says she wants to take me I might make her my girl To the top of the world But I don't know, I think she better hold on 'Cause a brotha like Monty has got to get his roll on Repeat 1 Repeat 1 O.G. gotta get his roll on Paul Stewart gotta get his roll on If I'm talkin' to your girl, you better hold on You know I gotta get my roll on P.M. gotta get they roll on My brother ?Mark? gotta get his roll on You know I gotta get my roll on Now ? has gotta get his roll on B-Low gotta get his roll on T.M. gotta get his roll on If I'm thinkin' ways to get my swole on You know I gotta get my roll on (Don't you know that I gotta get my roll on) I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine Said I gotta get mine, gotta get mine (Gotta get my roll on) Russel Simmons gotta get his roll on Def Jam has gotta get their roll on Dior gotta get his roll on Power Moves gotta get your roll on And Monty gotta get his roll on You know why I can tell Montell? [Outro-lude] 'Cause you don't walk like a ball player You walk just like "Yay, I'm happy!" You know? But I know he can sing though The album, the boy's album is nice