Crispy-J:
this is a PSA with your host Crispy-J
take out a pencil and some paper take some notes today
do you try hustlin' but caught each time you disobey
do you try runnin' from the cops but you can't get away
if I'm describing you, you better heed this
take a trip to your local car dealership
pick out a mini van, any color that you like
drop a down payment sign on the dotted line
before you protest just take a seat and hear me out
feel that quality leather and let it ease your doubts
you can hide your stash with all the extra storage in the floors
and keep your trigger hand free with automatic doors
and if you meet some bitches and you wanna take them home
make extra room with the fold out third row
built in GPS so you can find they address
if they get bored there's little tv's in the headrests
the best part is when I'm runnin' from the po-po
I'm going google chrome, incognito
they look for fast rollers, sports cars, lamborghinis
I'm doin' 90 on the freeway they don't even see me
because I'm blending in, Ezio, chameleon
they'll never find out all the dope shit I be stealin'
drunk and swervin' down both sides of the street
all my murder victims stretched out in the back seat

(rollin' town and country) I am the terror that strikes in the night
(rollin' town and country) the best place to hide is right in plain sight
(rollin' town and country) they capture all the rest and they don't get no fight
(rollin' town and country)but I'm the perp they've been trying to catch all night


Hy-C:
Yeah I’m with Crispy J
We in the mini van
Ask if we got some weed
We got plenty man
Just ground up a pound
You oughta see the pile
We rollin like Italian dinner, family style
That extra cheese, got that special sauce
Got that original upholstery cuz I’m a boss
You know we rollin slow and
Smoking dope and blowin o’s
Them pigs, they tried to get us
But they ain’t even close
We’ve got the skill
We know the hype’s absurd
We know we’re hot and rude, boy
Like spicy jerk
Coppers they think they poppin
Spittin fighting words
But they gon be spittin teeth
When they bite the curb
I’ve got the groove
Crispy got the spunk
Hey baby let me come and
Drop me load up in your trunk
Getting BJ’s in PJ’s, we droppin bombs
Me and Crispy J
Rollin with some soccer moms

Crispy-J:
but I still hear when all the motherfuckin' haters say
"you think it's gangsta rollin' town and country Crispy-J?"
well I'm still livin' free they locked your sorry ass away
so we can put my little theory to the test today
I live the town and country life I'm on the free way
I roll with all the single milfs at the soccer games
but is it gangsta if your room is only six by eight
if boys in county help themselves like you a buffet
and is it gangsta every meal eatin' state slop
and spendin' every lonely night in that tiny cot
or would you rather be like me and eat filet mignon
and in the king size every night makin' things hot
and now we're comin' to the end of this dialogue
I hope you think about the town and country life dog
or you'll be locked away, and gettin' antsy
while I go stealth mode Tom Clancy

(rollin' town and country) like it's 2001 you know I keep it real
(rollin' town and country) I'm elusive like a ghost and now you all know my deal
(rollin' town and country) they think I'm just a mom out about in her wheels
(rollin' town and country) with just a van full of kids eatin' happy meals