Tight Whips

* first single<br><br>(Hook: Papa Reu)<br>We roll tight whips, everyday<br>Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades<br>We roll tight whips, everyday<br>Hustlin to make a big buck, but that`s ok<br><br>(Verse 1: Choppa)<br>They say Choppa acting funny<br>He ain`t holla`d today<br>He got the top back, you know his new Z28<br>Holla at ya (BOY!) is what a hater would say<br>But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL!)<br>Look like they runnin away<br><br>(Verse 2: Magic)<br>I`m doing 80 in the lightin<br>Duece trays on shine<br>The cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em<br>Cus I got 4 models in the back of my truck<br>18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff<br>Waking the BLOCK UP!<br><br>(Verse 3: Master P)<br>Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci<br>And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies<br>Lou Vaton Airbags `case I crash bad<br>Futuristic kidded up like I`m Batman<br>Represent the PROjects<br>TV when I roll that<br>Gamblin for a car, no<br>Hope I don`t blow that, WHOA!<br><br>(Hook: Papa Reu)<br><br>(Verse 4: Krazy)<br>We roll big body Benz`s to Navigators<br>In the hood, servin bricks like I`m a restaurant waiter<br>Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine<br>Keep it by my shorty so we be hard to find<br>I ain`t pay the car note, in about 3 months<br>I`d rather, spend my paper on Henney and blunts<br>Even when the truck stop those things be constant spinnin<br>I`m a 504 Boy so I`m constant with it<br><br>(Verse 5: Yungsta)<br>Roll around in tight whips<br>Catch me on the night shift<br>I`m just a Yungsta, I roll without a license<br>My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite when<br>First one in the hood on the block with the ice rims<br>My seats be piped out, TVs with the lights out<br>Hazards blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out<br>Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man<br>Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things<br><br>(Hook)<br><br>(Verse 6: Silkk)<br>The way we do it<br>She got a man, but she still gonna turn around<br>Bentley, a bucket, what chick in her right mind gon` turn it down<br>It`s like No Limit said it, we all day, no laws<br>Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors<br>These boys go hard off<br><br>(Verse 7: Master P)<br>We leave the tags in the window, whodee<br>Cus it`s worth about a hundred<br>V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin<br>P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift<br>Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip<br>Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3<br>No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!<br><br>(Verse 8: Lil` Romeo)<br>I`m fish tailin my dad, and I`m rollin on drops<br>Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops<br>They call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats<br>X-Box in the front and the back DVDs<br>Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen<br>Got the navigation system with the phone in between<br>Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors<br>We roll on old days around here, that`s 24s<br><br>(Hook)<br><br>(Jamaican flow: Papa Reu)<br><br>(Verse 9: 5th Ward Weebie)<br>I got that flip flop paint on, my ride air ding dong<br>The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off<br>I roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift off<br>Like if it was made out of space with 20s and Kriss Kross<br><br>(Verse 10: Fiya Cracka)<br>Gold grill glistens<br>These chicks, call me Mista Cleana<br>I`m Fiya Cracka, big ballin, it`s something you`ve never seen<br>I`m sippin lean, Off Thick playin on 6 TV screens<br>Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain`t no thing<br>HAH<br><br>(Verse 11: Master P)<br>We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show<br>Driveway like a dealership, don`t walk no more<br>We wiling out, all day, all night<br>Cus this is my life, my life, my life...<br><br>(Hook: Papa Reu)