Lyrics of Roll out

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

(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
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

(chorus)
Roll out (roll!)
Get crunked (roll!)
Get your girls (roll!)
Get your boys (roll!)
Hit the switches (roll!)
Bring the noise (roll!)
(*panting noises)
Roll out (roll!)
Get crunked (roll!)
Get your girls (roll!)
Get your boys (roll!)
Hit the switches (roll!)
Bring the noise (roll!)
(*panting noises)

(petey pablo)
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