We roll tight whips, Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and We tight whips, everyday to make a big buck, but that's ok
1] They say the top acting funny He holla'd a day He got the top back, you his new Z28 Holla at ya (BOY!) the 8 of us 8 But they like my they just non-stop (SPREWELL!) like they runnin away
[Verse 2: I'm doing 80 in the trays on shine The cops try to pull me over but my rims done em Cus I got 4 models in the back of my 18" Bazooka my stuff Waking the UP!
3: Master P] Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats be Gucci And when I roll through the I got 2 or 3 hoochies Lou Airbags 'case I crash bad Futuristic kidded up I'm Batman the PROjects TV when I roll for a car, no Hope I don't that, WHOA!
4] We roll big body it's the navigators In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a waiter Blue lights on the Jag cus I to shine Keep it by my shorty so we be hard to find I ain't pay the car note, in 3 months I'd rather, my paper on Henney and blunts Even when the stop those things be constant spinnin I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant it
[Verse 5: around in tight whips Catch me on the shift I'm just a Yungsta, I without a license My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite one in the hood on the block with the ice rims My seats be piped out, TVs with the out Had these when I passed, try not to wipe out Dash the wood grain, still in the hood man Catch me on lean car clean we big things
[Verse 6: The way we do it She got a man, but she gonna turn around Bentley, a bucket chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now It's like No Limit it, we all day, no loss Just parkin lot pimpin, car colors boys go hard off
[Verse 7: P] We leave the tags in the window, Cus it's worth a hundred V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine P.Miller throwbacks, the convertable shift Candy paint version with the iced out chip tires, whodee, but I only got 3 No Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!
8: Lil' Romeo] I'm fish my dad, and I'm rollin on drops Sportin Sprewell to the curb I I saw the cops call me Richie 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 system with the phone in between a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors We on old days around here, that's 24s
[Jamaican
9] I got that whip block paint off, my ride air ding The nose on my hood just like my ride PISSED off I roll yo hood they ask me do I call lift off Like if it was made out of with 20s and crishtoff
10] Go glistens chicks, call me Mista Cleana A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've seen I'm lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no HAH
[Verse 11: P] We ghetto fab, let our bling show Driveway a dealership, don't walk no more We out, all day, all night Cus is my life, my life, my life...