504 Boyz - Tight Whips lyrics

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504 Boyz - Tight Whips lyrics

(feat. Lil' Romeo, 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 pa**ed, 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]