Artist:  Bass P
Album:  "It's Mine"
Song:  "High Rollin'"

Verse 1:
Bass P's on the scene, and I'm comin' off clean
Not tryin' to be rude, not tryin' to be mean
Just tellin' you the facts, while I'm rappin' on the mic
Punk suckers who dis me need to take a hike
And while you're walkin' down the strip, I'm gonna roll by
Never thought that I'd see a little bitch cry
'Cuz I gots lots of money--the cash flow
My fat leather wallet's filled with all the dough
And I'm gettin' all the honeys, 'cuz I'm high rollin'
Cops pull me over, thinkin' my ride's stolen
I leave 'em in the dust as I drive off
No one better dare play me like I'm soft
Now, I be rollin' deep to the Westside
Hook up with Smooth K, so we can ride
Pick up all the women with our mackin' techniques
See, me and Smooth K just like being freaks
Roll up on some honeys, lookin' kinda good
But these girls have been around the whole neighborhood
You know what I'm sayin'?!  So we pass 'em by
High rollin' with my boy K, damn we fly

Chorus:
We players, players, and we rollin' deep
The flow is so melodic, it could put you to sleep
So, um, bob to this, like you's a high roller
I vibrate the floor while the bass gets lower

Verse 2:
Now, me and K be rollin', laid back, and just kickin' it
And if there's a switch, then you know I'll be hittin' it
Bouncin' up and down, raise and then drop
With the hydrolic system that my ride's got
When we rollin' West End, top's gotta be down
So all the people I pass can feel the boomin' sound
Of my bass, pumpin' out my 6 x 9's
Then I turn up the treble, so I can hear the rhymes
Pull up to the school, let my boy on out
He got a game, it's lacrosse, so you know that he's about
To lay out some fools, so prepare to get beat
Once again I'm rollin' solo, just cruisin' the streets
I hit 2nd Ave. with my seat laid back
All the girls be waivin', now who's the mack?
Pick one girl out, and now she's ridin' shotgun
Not known to have a harem, like 'em one by one
As the sun begins to set, and day turns to night
Got a fine ass date, and she's sittin' to my right
My pager blowin' up, pick up the phone and dial
Tell my boys that tonight, I'm high rollin' in style

Chorus

Verse 3:
I'm a high rollin' fiend, always rollin' in class
Never rollin' in a hooptie, 'cuz my pockets got cash
I make that money, then I feed my account
All the interest compounds to a higher amount
The money that I make, I use to buy
All the kind of stuff that makes my ride look fly
Like some leather interior, and 20'' rims
Windows are tinted, so you can't see in
Rollin' deep or alone, it just don't matter
Jenny Craig couldn't stop my pockets from gettin' fatter
Some get jealous, 'cuz I take away their pride
From the Ville to Atlanta is where I ride
'Cuz I got connections through the southern states
You know that high rollin' players keep each other's shit straight
If I ever see a fool fakin' that junk
Then me and my crew will have to roll on you punk
'Cuz when we rollin' deep, we can never be faded
And if you think you tough, prepare to be degraded
If you got a lot of green, then give this a try
High rollin' with my homies, damn we fly

Chorus

Copyright 1998 Peter A. Roselli