Prinz Pi, Ludacris - Roll out lyrics

Roll out

I got my twin Glock forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin Glock forties, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Now, where'd you get that platinum chain
With them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that mackin' Benz
With them windows tinted?
Who them girls, you be with
When you be ridin' through?
Man, I ain't got nothin' to prove
I paid my duce
Breakin' the rules, I shake fools
While I'm takin' a cruise
Tell me who's your weed man and
How do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar, boy
Why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that bag
What you got in that bag?
A couple of cans, a whoop ass
You did a good ass job
Of just eyein' me, spyin' me

Man, that car don't come out
Until next year
Where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty thousand bucks gone
Where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back
Cause you got money to the ceilin'
And the bigger the cap
The bigger the peelin'
The better I'm feelin'
The more that I'm chillin'
Winnin', drillin' and killin' the feelin'
Now, who's that bucket naked cook
Fixin' three course meals?
Gettin' goosebumps with her body tapped
In six inch heels
What in the world is in that room
What you got in that room?
A couple of gats, a couple of knives
A couple of rappers
A couple of wives, now it's time to choose


Are you custom made, custom paid
Or you just custom fitted?
Play station two up in the ride
Is that Lorenzo kitted? Is that your wife
Your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin' the hips
Touchin' lips to the top of
The dick and then whew
Now, tell me who's your housekeeper
And what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold
Is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that case
What you got in that case?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate
Wait to take place at a
Similar pace, so shake, shake it

Get out my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
Cause these niggas all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
Cause it's mine, oh, mine
My business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
Cause these niggas all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
Cause it's mine, oh, mine

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