504 Boyz - Tight Whips
ft. Lil' Romeo, Magic, Yungsta[Hook]We roll tight whips, everydayBentley, Lex, Mercedes, and EscaladesWe roll tight whips, everydayHustlin to make a big buck, but that's ok[Verse 1]They say the top ain't acting funnyHe ain't holla'd a dayHe got the top back, you know his new Z28Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL!)Look like they runnin away[Verse 2: Magic]I'm doing 80 in the lightinDuece trays on shineThe cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded emCus I got 4 models in the back of my truck18" Bazooka bumpin my stuffWaking the BLOCK UP![Verse 3: Master P]Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be GucciAnd when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochiesLou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash badFuturistic kidded up like I'm BatmanRepresent the PROjectsTV when I roll thatGamblin for a car, noHope I don't blow that, WHOA![Hook][Verse 4]We roll big body Benz it's the navigatorsIn the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiterBlue lights on the Jag cus I love to shineKeep it by my shorty so that we be hard to findI ain't pay the car note, in about 3 monthsI'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and bluntsEven when the truck stop those things be constant spinninI'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant with it[Verse 5: Yungsta]Roll around in tight whipsCatch me on the night shiftI'm just a Yungsta, I roll without a licenseMy dogs is triflin, homie you can bite whenFirst one in the hood on the block with the ice rimsMy seats be piped out, TVs with the lights outHad these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe outDash with the wood grain, still in the hood manCatch me on lean car clean we doing big things[Hook][Verse 6: Silkk]The way we do itShe got a man, but she still gonna turn aroundBentley, a bucket with chicken I'm like ma, go turn em nowIt's like No Limit said it, we all day, no lossJust parkin lot pimpin, car changin colorsThese boys go hard off[Verse 7: Master P]We leave the tags in the window, whodeeCus it's worth about a hundredV12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runninP.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shiftCandy paint thong version with the iced out chipYokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3No 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 dropsSportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the copsThey call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seatsX-Box in the front and the back DVDsGot TVs in the head rest with the big wide screenGot the navigation system with the phone in betweenRollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoorsWe 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 dongThe nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED offI roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift offLike if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff[Verse 10]Go real glistensThese chicks, call me Mista CleanaA firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never seenI'm sippin lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screensInterior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thingHAH[Verse 11: Master P]We ghetto fab, let our bling bling showDriveway like a dealership, don't walk no moreWe wiling out, all day, all nightCus this is my life, my life, my life...[Hook]
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