(feat. 504 Boyz, Magic, Yungsta)


[Hook]

We roll tight whips, everyday

Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades

We roll tight whips, everyday

Hustlin to make that paper, but that's ok


[Verse 1]

They say dat Choppa acting funny

He ain't holla'd a day

He got the top back, you know his new Z28

Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8

But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL!)

Look like they runnin away


[Verse 2: Magic]

I'm doing 80 in the lightin

Duece trays on shine

The cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em

Cus I got 4 models in the back of my truck

18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff

Waking the BLOCK UP!


[Verse 3: Master P]

Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci

And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies

Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad

Futuristic kidded up like I'm Batman

Represent the PROjects

TV when I roll that

Gamblin for a car, no

Hope I don't blow that, WHOA!


[Hook]


[Verse 4]

We roll big body Benz it's the navigators

In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter

Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine

Keep it by my shorty so that we be hard to find

I ain't pay the car note, in about 3 months

I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and blunts

Even when the truck stop those things be constant spinnin

I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant with it


[Verse 5: Yungsta]

Roll around in tight whips

Catch me on the night shift

I'm just a Yungsta, I roll without a license

My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite when

First one in the hood on the block with the ice rims

My seats be piped out, TVs with the lights out

Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out

Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man

Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things


[Hook]


[Verse 6: Silkk]

The way we do it

She got a man, but she still gonna turn around

Bentley, a bucket with chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now

It's like No Limit said it, we all day, no loss

Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors

These boys go hard off


[Verse 7: Master P]

We leave the tags in the window, whodee

Cus it's worth about a hundred

V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin

P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift

Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip

Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3

No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!


[Verse 8: Lil' Romeo]

I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops

Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops

They call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats

X-Box in the front and the back DVDs

Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen

Got the navigation system with the phone in between

Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors

We roll on whole days around here, that's 24s


[Hook]


[Jamaican flow]


[Verse 9]

I got that whip block paint off, my ride air ding dong

The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off

I roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift off

Like if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff


[Verse 10]

Go real glistens

These chicks, call me Mista Cleana

A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never seen

I'm sippin lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens

Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing

HAH


[Verse 11: Master P]

We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show

Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more

We wiling out, all day, all night

Cus this is my life, my life, my life...


[Hook]