Lyrics

[Verse 1]
He was a rookie,
E L D glowin’ on the dash,
Rules he threw in da trash.
“Eleven hours drivin’,
seventy in eight…
load was runnin a bit late?”
he had no hours on recap
“P C” button with a tap.
Thought he found the loophole,
an outlaw score,
Said, “Hell yeah, boys…
It's a rollin’ 34!”

[Chorus]
He was rollin’ 34 all the way to Arizona,
Thinkin’ he was slicker than a backroad stoner.
PC on the screen, big grin on his face,
Burnin’ diesel like he’s in a cross-country race.
But the D O T lights said, “Game over, son,”
“PC ain’t for drivin’ ’those miles you've done.”
Now he’s parked in the heat, 34 hours more…
Yeah, Arizona shut him down for ...Rollin’ 34.

[Verse 2]
Officer had one of those Buford T Justice, grin,
Said, “Boy, lemme tell ya where you done, sinned.”
Tapped the E L D like it owed him rent,
Said, “This ain’t off-duty when the wheels spin.”
That driver just froze like he hit black ice,
Mumblin’, “Dang, I thought PC was nice!”
But ignorance don’t count when you're breakin’ the law,
He got a front-row seat to the power of a Bears claw

[Chorus]
He was rollin’ 34 all the way to Arizona,
Thinkin’ he was slicker than a backroad stoner.
PC on the screen, big grin on his face,
Burnin’ diesel like he’s in a cross-country race.
But the D O T lights said, “Game over, son,”
“PC ain’t for drivin’ ’those miles you've done.”
Now he’s parked in the heat, 34 hours more…
Yeah, Arizona shut him down for ...Rollin’ 34.

[Bridge — Rap Flow]
PC ain’t a cheat code, buddy, that’s fact,
Can’t run coast-to-coast with your logs all jacked.
Try to beat the system? Man, that’s bold,
But Arizona D O T don’t play that role.
Got him sittin’ in the cab amoung the desert floor,
Cookin’ like a brisket through a opened truck door.
He’s off duty now, can’t drive no more,
’Cause the law caught him ridin'’ on that Rolling 34.

[Verse 3 — Playful Wrap-Up]
Now he’s readin’ that handbook cover to back,
Sweatin’ out his sins on the hot tarmac.
’Cause truckers love stretchin’ them rules,
like the outlaw trucker haulin them bulls!
Think he learned a lesson even a bit,
Next TIme, try runnin' it as a split.

[Final Chorus]
He was rollin’ 34 all the way to Arizona,
Thinkin’ he was slicker than a backroad stoner.
PC on the screen, big grin on his face,
Burnin’ diesel like he’s in a cross-country race.
But the D O T lights said, “Game over, son,”
“PC ain’t for drivin’ ’those miles you've done.”
Now he’s parked in the heat, 34 hours more…
Yeah, Arizona shut him down for ...Rollin’ 34.

if the Bears at the scales don't meet ya at your door!
You can get a lot of miles on a Rolling 34,