Lyrics Tight Whips - 504 Boyz

Tight Whips

(Magic)
We Roll tight whips everyday
Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades
We Roll tight whips everyday
Hustling to make the paper but thats ok

(504)
They say that choppa's actin funny
He aint hollar in a day
He gots his top down
On his new Z-28
(Hollar atcha boy)
But the 8 of us aint
But they like my rims (sprewell) But when i stop they keep running away
Im doin 80 in the ***lightning***
Duece tre's on shine
Dem cops done pulled me over but my rims done blinded 'em.
Plus i got 4 models in the back of my truck
18 inch bazookas bumpin my stuff
Wakin the block

(Master P)
Call me ghetto Bill cause 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 im batman
Represent the pro-jects, T.V. when i roll that
Gambling for a car note hope i dont blow that
Whoooooo

(Magic)
We Roll tight whips everyday
Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades
We Roll tight whips every day
Hustling to make the paper but thats ok

(504)
We Roll the big body bens, and the navigator
In the hood servin drinks like im a resturant waiter
Blue lights on that jag cause i love the shine
Keep me by my shortys house cause we off the vibe
I aint payed the car note in about 3 months
Id rather spend my paper on henny and blunts
Even when the truck stop them things keep constatly spinnin
Ima 504 Boy so im constalty winnin

(Youngstar)
Roll around on tight whips catch me on the night shift
Im just a youngsta I rolls without a liscence
My dawgs is trifiling homie you can bite wind
First one in the hood and the block wit the ice rims
My seats be piped out
T.V's wit the lights sound
Had this blinking when i passed tried not to wipe out
Dash wit the wood grain
Still in the hood maan
Catch me on lean, car clean, we doin big things

(Magic)
We Roll tight whips everyday
Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades
We Roll tight whips every day
Hustling to make the paper but thats ok

(504)
The way we do it she still wit her man but she gonna turn around
Bently a bucket what chick in her right mind gonna turn it down
Its like no limit city we obey no laws
This parkin lot pimpin cars changin colors these boys go hard

(Master P)
We leave the tags on the window bought it cause its worth about a 100
V-12 remote control Chee-Chee engine runnin
P.Miller Throwbacks wit the convertable shift
Candy paint starburst wit the iced out chip
Yokohama tires whoodie but i only got 3
No limit boys we thuggin out we get a hot one next week

(Lil Romeo)
Im rich charlie my dad and im rollin on drops
Pull the screamers to the curb i think i saw the cops
They call me richy rich I got my name in the seats
X-box in the front and in the back DVD
Got T.V's and a headrest for them big wide screens
Got the navigation system wit a phone inbetween
Rollin a coupe wit the top down when i go outdoors
We ride on whole days around here got 24's

(Magic)
We Roll tight whips everyday
Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades
We Roll tight whips every day
Hustling to make the paper but thats ok

(Magic)
Shodey-loony-loony-loony lomp-bomp-be-da
High on life just want to drive fancy cars
They keep on lookin boy to see who we are
The new No Limit Ghetto su-superstar

(504)
I got that flip flop paint on
My ram air thang on
The nose on my hood just like my ride stay pissed off
I roll through your hood they ask me do my car lift off
Like if it was made out of spaces, my 20's go criss-cross

T-BO
Gold grill glisens these chicks call me Mr. Cleana fire cracker
Big ballin is the thing you never seen
Im sippin lean public playin on 6 T.V screens
Interer green 24's but they know it aint no thang Haa

(Master P)
We ghetto fab.
Let the bling bling show
Driveway like a dealership dont walk no more
We willin out all day all night
Cause this is my life, my life, my life

(Magic)
We Roll tight whips everyday
Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades
We Roll tight whips every day
Hustling to make the paper but thats ok