We Rollin'

This is real, baby, this is real, they love this.

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Just sit back and relax
Bentley seats in the back
Lil' mama we rollin'
(We rollin', we rollin')
"Kandy" paint on the Lak
Shoes bigger than Shaq
Chrome beamin' we rollin'
(We rollin', we rollin')
Picture a scene from the mac
Picture me on it like that
Quick get in we rollin'
(We rollin', we rollin')
Yeah I rap and I act
God put me where I'm at
Lil' mama we rollin'
(We rollin', we rollin')

The P-I-M-P
The pockets are filthy
The cars is sick, B
The bars is milky
He hard ta' kill, G
The God is real deep
The Coop DeVille leanin'
Pinky ring freezin'
Creep with' no ceiling
Keep the chrome beamin'
Cold with' no feelings
Roll and dough peelin'
Cruise the track
"Kandy" paint on the Lak
Shoes bigger than Shaq
Lil' mama relax
What he wearin' on his back
Is never off the rack
"Todd Smith" custom
All the ladies lust him
They with' 'em' he crush 'em'
We talkin' bout' a mac
A pure-bread dog
Not one of them alley cats
Thorough to the max
Q-borough matter fact
Ice so sharp it slice through your cataracts
Hard from the wars, he tough as a battle axe
Don't hate him 'cause he hot, God put him where he at
Fo' sho'

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You ain't got the bottles on chill
The models lookin' I'll
V.I.P. locked down, crackin' them hundred dollar bills
Yankee hat low
"Todd Smith" in rhinestones
Your chick chose him, let bygones be bygones
All these amateur macs with' they're eyeballs watery
Choosin' honeys over money that's how it oughta' be
Meanwhile, he gets his statements quarterly
You're starvin' on the corner actin' drunk and disorderly
Relax in the Maybach gettin' your booze on
Seats is like a couch, get your Tom Cruise on
French pedicure with' the Chimmy Choos on
He wanna' see more he throw somethin' smooth on
The modern day Goldie
Game better than Coby
Style, doper than Codeine
Playin' for his own team
When he walk up in the spot he lookin' so clean
Rubbin' money in your face like cold cream

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Yeah, yeah