[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]

From the westside to the eastside

From the northside to the southside

I got good dues if you like the rules

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

I got back in LA, uh, it's in my CD player

The days of ol' when I used to get my stroll on

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

And all the honeys all look inside

And see what's going on

'Cause a brotha got a telephone

They roll up slow, but they have to squint

'Cause my windows have a real dark tint

To keep these hoochies steady starin'

Tryin' to see what a nigga is wearin'

My license plate says "swing"

And you know they're thinkin' crazy things

About chandeliers and ice cream bars

And sick sick brothas, and the big black cars

But hold on tight my dear

'Cause Monty got speakers out to here

I'll have you shakin' your head like you're losin' control

Because I gotta, I gotta, I gotta (roll)



Repeat 1

Repeat 1



I'm at Sharwin King, I checks my rear-view mirror

A nigga like Monty needs to see a little clearer

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

I might make her my girl

'Cause she says she wants to take me 

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

Now ? has gotta get his roll on

You know I gotta get my 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



I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine

(Don't you know that I gotta get my roll on)

Said I gotta get mine, gotta get mine

(Gotta get my roll on)

Russel Simmons gotta get his roll on

Dior gotta get his roll on

Def Jam has gotta get their roll on

Power Moves gotta get your roll on

And Monty gotta get his roll on



[Outro-lude]

You know why I can tell Montell?

'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