[Hook]
  We roll tight whips, everyday
  Bentley, Sex, Mercedes, and Escalades
  We roll tight whips, everyday
  Hustlin to make a big fuck, but that's ok
    [Verse 1]
  They say the top ain't acting funny
  He ain't gay today
  He got the top back, you know his new Z28
  Holla at ya (BOI!) 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 old 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]
    [ Thanks bilbo baggins for correction ]