We roll tight whips, Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and We tight whips, everyday Hustlin to make a big buck, but ok
1] They say the top acting funny He ain't a day He got the top back, you his new Z28 at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8 But they like my rims just non-stop (SPREWELL!) Look like runnin away
[Verse 2: I'm 80 in the lightin Duece trays on The cops try to me over but my rims done blinded em Cus I got 4 in the back of my truck 18" Bazooka bumpin my Waking the UP!
3: Master P] Call me Ghetto cus my seats they be Gucci And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 Lou Airbags 'case I crash bad kidded up like I'm Batman Represent the TV when I roll for a car, no Hope I blow that, WHOA!
4] We roll big body Benz the navigators In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant lights on the Jag cus I love to shine Keep it by my shorty so that we be to find I ain't pay the car note, in about 3 I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and Even when the truck those things be constant spinnin I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant it
[Verse 5: Roll around in whips Catch me on the shift I'm just a Yungsta, I roll a license My is triflin, homie you can bite when First one in the hood on the with the ice rims My be piped out, TVs with the lights out Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to out Dash the wood grain, still in the hood man me on lean car clean we doing big things
[Verse 6: The way we do it She got a man, but she still gonna turn Bentley, a with chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now like No Limit said it, we all day, no loss Just lot pimpin, car changin colors These boys go off
[Verse 7: P] We leave the tags in the window, Cus it's worth about a V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine P.Miller throwbacks, with the shift Candy paint thong version with the out chip Yokahama tires, whodee, but I got 3 No Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!
[Verse 8: Lil' I'm fish my dad, and I'm rollin on drops Sportin to the curb I think I saw the cops They call me Rich, I got my name in the seats X-Box in the and the back DVDs Got TVs in the head rest the big wide screen Got the navigation system with the phone in a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors We roll on old around here, that's 24s
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9] I got that whip paint off, my ride air ding dong The nose on my hood just like my ride stay off I roll yo hood they ask me do I call lift off if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff
10] Go glistens These chicks, call me Cleana A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never I'm sippin lean, off playin on 6 TV screens green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing HAH
[Verse 11: P] We ghetto fab, let our bling show Driveway a dealership, don't walk no more We wiling out, all day, all Cus is my life, my life, my life...