[Chorus]
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)

[Verse 1]
Breakin' 'em down with the clip and a big fat trigger
Screamin' out like I'm Eiht, yelling, "Come on, n***as"
Nappy heads loc'ed out, rolling up in a Coupe de Ville
Light your house up like Fire Marshal Bill
You see I hops on the flow as if I was Domino
And roll up on 'em in a drop six-trey-ay
With gold on the D's, homie, look at these
The switches make their ass just lay-ay
Peep this, la-di-da-di, they buried his body
Took my homie's life in the front of the party
Yeah, a y-a-young hustler rollin' up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts
Know they be gettin' gatted but they step to this G, see
Can't have them thinkin' they can do me
I let 'em know (Let 'em what?), let 'em know (Let 'em what?)
1-87 is the name of my show
I let 'em know (Let 'em what?), let 'em know (Let 'em what?)
1-87 is the name of my show
Come with that 1-87, hit 'em with them cold hits
So homie, spark up the bomb so we can blow this
[Chorus]
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)

[Verse 2]
Comin' up at them wicked like Tales of the Crypt, and
Uz' thing swallowin' up them bodies like Lipton, player
And now they try to wonder and figure
How the Black Charles Manson get the clip and a trigger
B-a-blast on 'em fast with the holes in the barrel
Bullets fly in they chest like a sp-a-sp-a-sparrow
We get like Stephen King, bodies swing from my ceiling
Opens up your chest when it's time for the cap peelin'
'9-4, in the door with a fat gat
Comin' like this, break 'em down like that
The player with the plats and a fat bomb sack
Got them bustas on my back, quick to blow 'em off the map
With the 1-8-7, madman killer
Cap peeler, on the real-a, 'cause I be—

[Chorus]
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
[Verse 3]
It goes one for the treble but you don't wanna floss
Unless you wanna flex with my black Nina Ross
G-a-gat 'em down with the double deuce Derringer
From the Bay Area, the pall burier
Six homies carry ya, mama in hysteria
Walk up to your c-uh-c-uh-coffin and I stare at ya
'Cause you was dead on arrival, G
Leavin' 'em with the RIP, 187 F-A-C
So knick-knack paddy wack, rolling with my Nina
Feelin' on her with my finger, yeah
Break 'em down with the MAC
And like John Madden '93, boom, he's on his back
Spiggidy 1 on the real, a straight up trooper
So say "what up" to the East Bay Freddy Krueger
See, bustas be like runnin' for miles
When I be blowin', I'm goin' off on 'em like a M-1000
Take the hood off your hooptie when I let it off
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side

[Chorus]
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby)
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby, with my long black magazine)
[Outro]
Rolling with my black Nina Ross on the side of me
Can't step to the East Bay G
(Pulling up to your bumper, baby)