Rollin' windows down kickback trollen. I'm holdin' and foldin' see no cold in the streets. Dirty looks - huh - we think it's funny. Workin' class rares scrounge up all the money. But we're coolin' in the middle June. I'm gettin' girls gettin' lit and I'm making up tunes. Believe that boy I'll bet I'll bet I'm trollen. Just lookin' for some trouble and we be rollin'. Now I'm a tell a tale to you straight. Gonna tell you a story. It's not a fairy tale and it gets a little glory. It happened one night when Tequila was full. We were walkin' to my car unaware unknowin'. I stepped up crossed the the street in no hurry. And what happens next - it gets a little blurry. This chump nearly hits me in a green pintow so I threw my bottle BANG!. It broke his window. He screeched to a halt jumped out of his car. I stepped straight to him gonna make him see stars yes. The situation was going to explode. Thought I should give him a warning said ya better hit the road. I knew it would be easy if i dagged him first. So I cracked him in the face all of the sudden with a burst. I hit im with a right then a left didn't land. But he turned his head and I broke my hand. Whatcha gonna do?. Do whatcha gonna. I got a cast on my hand and the girls think I'm a jerk. I can't play my bass and I can't go to work. This is a true story it all did happen. Better yet I regret that I'm rollin' up strappin'. Been two years now since this all took place. I learn from being stupid I learn from my mistakes. And now I'm livin' peace edifyin' and trollen. Can't say it wasn't fun in those days of rollin'. Rollin'. Rollin'.