We roll tight whips, everyday
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Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades
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We roll tight whips, everyday
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Hustlin to make a big buck, but that's ok
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They say the top ain't acting funny
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He ain't holla'd a day
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He got the top back, you know his new Z28
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Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
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But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL!)
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Look like they runnin away
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Magic
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I'm doing 80 in the lightin
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Duece trays on shine
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The cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em
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Cus I got 4 models in the back of my truck
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18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff
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Waking the BLOCK UP!
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Master P
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Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci
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And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies
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Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad
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Futuristic kidded up like I'm Batman
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Represent the PROjects
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TV when I roll that
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Gamblin for a car, no
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Hope I don't blow that, WHOA!
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We roll big body Benz it's the navigators
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In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
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Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
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Keep it by my shorty so that we be hard to find
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I ain't pay the car note, in about 3 months
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I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and blunts
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Even when the truck stop those things be constant spinnin
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I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant with it
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Yungsta
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Roll around in tight whips
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Catch me on the night shift
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I'm just a Yungsta, I roll without a license
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My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite when
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First one in the hood on the block with the ice rims
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My seats be piped out, TVs with the lights out
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Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out
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Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man
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Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things
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6: Silkk
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The way we do it
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She got a man, but she still gonna turn around
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Bentley, a bucket with chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now
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It's like No Limit said it, we all day, no loss
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Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors
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These boys go hard off
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7: Master P
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We leave the tags in the window, whodee
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Cus it's worth about a hundred
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V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin
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P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift
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Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip
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Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3
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No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!
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8: Lil' Romeo
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I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops
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Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops
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They call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats
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X-Box in the front and the back DVDs
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Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen
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Got the navigation system with the phone in between
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Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors
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We roll on old days around here, that's 24s
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Jamaican flow
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9
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I got that whip block paint off, my ride air ding dong
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The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off
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I roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift off
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Like if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff
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0
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Go real glistens
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These chicks, call me Mista Cleana
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A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never seen
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I'm sippin lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens
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Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing
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HAH
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1: Master P
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We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show
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Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more
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We wiling out, all day, all night
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Cus this is my life, my life, my life...
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Tight Whips
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504 Boyz |