[Chorus]
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\n
\n[Verse 1]
\nBreakin' 'em down with the clip and a big fat trigger
\nScreamin' out like I'm Eiht, yelling, "Come on, niggas"
\nNappy heads loc'ed out, rolling up in a Coupe de Ville
\nLight your house up like Fire Marshal Bill
\nYou see I hops on the flow as if I was Domino
\nAnd roll up on 'em in a drop six-trey-ay
\nWith gold on the D's, homie, look at these
\nThe switches make their ass just lay-ay
\nPeep this, la-di-da-di, they buried his body
\nTook my homie's life in the front of the party
\nYeah, a y-a-young hustler rollin' up out the cut
\nDo a drive-by with the feds on my nuts
\nKnow they be gettin' gatted but they step to this G, see
\nCan't have them thinkin' they can do me
\nI let 'em know (Let 'em what?), let 'em know (Let 'em what?)
\n1-87 is the name of my show
\nI let 'em know (Let 'em what?), let 'em know (Let 'em what?)
\n1-87 is the name of my show
\nCome with that 1-87, hit 'em with them cold hits
\nSo homie, spark up the bomb so we can blow this
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\n
\n[Verse 2]
\nComin' up at them wicked like Tales of the Crypt, and
\nUz' thing swallowin' up them bodies like Lipton, player
\nAnd now they try to wonder and figure
\nHow the Black Charles Manson get the clip and a trigger
\nB-uh-blast on 'em fast with the holes in the barrel
\nBullets fly in they chest like a sp-a-sp-a-sparrow
\nWe get like Stephen King, bodies swing from my ceiling
\nOpens up your chest when it's time for the cap peelin'
\n'9-4, in the door with a fat gat
\nComin' like this, break 'em down like that
\nThe player with the plats and a fat bomb sack
\nGot them bustas on my back, quick to blow 'em off the map
\nWith the 1-8-7, madman killer
\nCap peeler, on the real-a, 'cause I be—
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\n
\n[Verse 3]
\nIt goes one for the treble but you don't wanna floss
\nUnless you wanna flex with my black Nina Ross
\nG-uh-gat 'em down with the double deuce Derringer
\nFrom the Bay Area, the pall burier
\nSix homies carry ya, mama in hysteria
\nWalk up to your c-uh-c-uh-coffin and I stare at ya
\n'Cause you was dead on arrival, G
\nLeavin' 'em with the RIP, 187 F-A-C
\nSo knick-knack paddy wack, rolling with my Nina
\nFeelin' on her with my finger, yeah
\nBreak 'em down with the MAC
\nAnd like John Madden '93, boom, he's on his back
\nSpiggidy 1 on the real, a straight up trooper
\nSo say "what up" to the East Bay Freddy Krueger
\nSee, bustas be like runnin' for miles
\nWhen I be blowin', I'm goin' off on 'em like a M-1000
\nTake the hood off your hooptie when I let it off
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G
\n(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
\n
\n[Outro]
\nRolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
\nCan't step to the East Bay G\n\n
