I know you thinkin this song is gonna be about
All the problems in my life, all my pain and sorrow
All the shit I done been through
In the time that I been livin on this here fucked up earth
Well I'm sorry to let you know that it ain't
Ha ha ha ha ha, Cool & Dre whattup? (Yeah) Yeah
This ya boy Chingy Man, straight from the Lou' (Ricky Ross)
All the way to Miami (Chingy), we
Doin it big baby (St. Louis, whattup?)
Now let's go
Roll on 'em, roll, roll on 'em, roll
We roll on 'em, roll, roll on 'em, roll
We roll on 'em, roll, roll on 'em, roll
We roll on 'em, roll, roll on 'em, roll
Look, check, hey
I'm so flossy I come with a dental package
The Range Rover sweet 'cause it got a lot of racket
I appear and broads faint, now call that Chingy magic
Look the other way nigga when you see me in traffic
Hello, 22's is cool
Feel like I graduated though and y'all still in school
Look, mellow, they call me Young Smooth
'Cause my appearance alone'll get your girl in the mood, shooh
I know, they like the color on the Christ
Since I'm gettin it, hell, put some colors in the ice
That's ballin', go 'head gamble witcha life
And I'ma {-click clack-} turn your head to some dice
Hood up partner, you niggas goin straight broke
Tryin to keep up with my whips, I don't pay a damn note, no
No, you fake hustlers are a joke
Off and on-ass fools shoulda came with a remote, ho
If your ride ain't sittin' high (Throw some 24's on it)
(Throw some 24's on it, throw some 24's on it)
If your ride ain't regular paint (Throw some Caddy on that bitch)
(Throw some Caddy on that bitch, throw some Caddy on that bitch)
If your radio too low (Throw some beat up in the trunk)
(Throw some beat up in the trunk, throw some beat up in the trunk)
Sto' pass the police (Turn that shit up, let it bump)
(Turn that shit up, let it bump, turn that shit up, let it bump, yeah)
We roll on 'em, roll, roll on 'em, roll
We roll on 'em, roll, roll on 'em, roll
We roll on 'em, roll, roll on 'em, roll
We roll on 'em, roll, roll on 'em, roll
Yeah, Ross!
I'm a vet with the whips, when it's wet on the lips
Hit the Lou', drop the top, throw up sets then I dip
22'S off the top, I'm a mess with the bricks
Gettin head in old schools, havin sex in the 6
I make you niggas bring it, sittin on 30 inches
We steppin out, blingin, me and the dirty Chingy
I met your homey chick, fucked her in 30 minutes
Come back off in my shit, we back to syrup sippin
You hear that big block, you see that wristwatch
Go hit the weed spot, then get my shit washed
If you trippin I'm bustin, we still killin for nuttin
If you feel that I'm frontin I'ma continue to stuntin - Ricky Ross!
If your ride ain't sittin' high (Throw some 24's on it)
(Throw some 24's on it, throw some 24's on it)
If your ride ain't regular paint (Throw some Caddy on that bitch)
(Throw some Caddy on that bitch, throw some Caddy on that bitch)
If your radio too low (Throw some beat up in the trunk)
(Throw some beat up in the trunk, throw some beat up in the trunk)
Sto' pass the police (Turn that shit up, let it bump)
(Turn that shit up, let it bump, turn that shit up, let it bump, yeah)
Uh, woo! Woo! Hey
Click ya heels homeboy, my rims on steroids
Police pull me over, ya know, I don't care boy
Here my license and insurance, that's all you pigs need
Keep fuckin with me I'ma take you on a high speed
Try me, but you know what pa?
They usually stop me just to say they wanna drive my car
Aww, naw, tell the station give you a raise
And maybe you can be flossin like me one day
One day, hey, where my riders at?
The SS Impala cold from front to back
I'm bout to sell it though, fuck it, give it to Smith
So he can stunt like his cousin, yeah we all the shit
I got this (got this), probably see me on the dub cover
Blind spurs, loafers, chauffeur, I'm a hustler
Yeah, homey bring your whips out
Last nigga tried to jack me dirty brought them clips out, what?
If your ride ain't sittin' high (Throw some 24's on it)
(Throw some 24's on it, throw some 24's on it)
If your ride ain't regular paint (Throw some Caddy on that bitch)
(Throw some Caddy on that bitch, throw some Caddy on that bitch)
If your radio too low (Throw some beat up in the trunk)
(Throw some beat up in the trunk, throw some beat up in the trunk)
Sto' pass the police (Turn that shit up, let it bump)
(Turn that shit up, let it bump, turn that shit up, let it bump, yeah)
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