*Snippet of sampled 70's tune*
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*Laughter*
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This is real, baby, this is real... they love this.
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(Chorus)
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Just sit back and relax
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Bentley seats in the back
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Lil' mama we rollin'
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(We rollin', We rollin')
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"Kandy" paint on the Lak
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Shoes bigger than Shaq
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Chrome beamin' we rollin'
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(We rollin', We rollin')
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Picture a scene from the mac
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Picture me on it like that
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Quick get in we rollin'
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(We rollin', We rollin')
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Yeah I rap and I act
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God put me where I'm at
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Lil' mama we rollin'
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(We rollin', We rollin')
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(Verse #1)
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The P-I-M-P
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The pockets are filthy
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The cars is sick, B
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The bars is milky
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He hard ta' kill, G
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The God is real deep
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The Coop DeVille leanin'
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Pinky ring freezin'
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Creep wit' no ceiling
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Keep the chrome beamin'
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Cold wit' no feelings
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Roll and dough peelin'
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Cruise the track
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"Kandy" paint on the Lak
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Shoes bigger than Shaq
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Lil' mama relax
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What he wearin' on his back
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Is never off the rack
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"Todd Smith" custom
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All the ladies lust him
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They wit' em' he crush em'
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We talkin' bout' a mac
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A pure-bread dog
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Not one of them alley cats
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Thorough to the max
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Q-borough matter fact
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Ice so sharp it slice through your cataracts
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Hard from the wars, he tough as a battle axe
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Don't hate him cuz he hot, God put him where he at
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Fo' sho'
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Chorus 1x
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(Verse #2)
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You ain't got the bottles on chill
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The models lookin' ill
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V.I.P. locked down, crackin' them hundred dollar bills
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Yankee hat low
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"Todd Smith" in rhinestones
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Your chick chose him, let bygones be bygones
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All these amateur macs wit' they're eyeballs watery
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Choosin' honeys over money that's how it oughta' be
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Meanwhile, he gets his statements quarterly
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You're starvin' on the corner actin' drunk and disorderly
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Relax in the Maybach gettin' your booze on
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Seats is like a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
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French pedicure wit' the Chimmy Choos on
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He wanna' see more he throw somethin' smooth on
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The modern day Goldie
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Game better than Coby
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Style, doper than Codeine
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Playin' for his own team
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When he walk up in the spot he lookin' so clean
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Rubbin' money in your face like cold cream
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Chorus 1x
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Yeah, yeah...
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We Rollin'
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L.L. Cool J |