(feat. Petey Pablo, Smokey (Playa))    [Intro: Timbaland]  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 laughin'  Thinkin' his chick hang out the sunroof flashin'  I done went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit  Swerve back into traffic, radio blastin'  Slammed on the brakes [SKRUT!], ya old bastard  Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the back and  Girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine glasses  Wind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the panties  Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in they fannies  WHOOP! You could be Ms. Barry, fine as you is  Tim, pull it over, let 'em ride in here    [Repeat Chorus]    [Smokey]  Catch me in a chick, and her name is Kim  Tryna tell you who I hit cuz I ran out of Bim  Fast food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim  Like why Taco Bell drive-thru so damn slim  I'm out north too, no top on the Benz  Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym  Man, I'm sppeding through, not just feeling the wind  Look, the needle to the gas tank is right at the end  Now, I'm needing to sin, lying again  Pumpin' gas in the Benz, with no money to spend  And every kid that walk in, cashier turning again  So it's a good thing that lady walked in her twins    [Repeat Chorus]    [Magoo]  All I do is listen to Eightball, with the hoes on call  High dank in my gas tank and eat raw franks  Grill in my bed and serve 2 steak and siemen  And I'm scheming on your daughter with on condom and Clairborne  Don't get it twisted, I'm gold-toothed and two-fisted  Both arms ready to roll, chrome-wristed  I'm past being beserk, I go to work  Tell the boss "Go 'head give me some sugars and hot sauce"  With an atrack of Diana Ross playing  And drunk off some moonshine, I passed out and woke up at noontime  Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my face  Said them draws was versache, I thought she had versace    [Repeat Chorus]