We Rollin'

Written by：Clarence ReidQuentin StaplesJames Todd SmithWillie Clarke

Ha ha ha

This is real baby this is real

They love this

Just sit back and relax

Bentley seats in the back

Lil' momma we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

Candy paint on the 'llac

Shoes bigger than Shaq

Chrome beamin we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

Picture a scene from The Mack

Picture me on it like that

Quick get in we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

Yeah I rap and I act

God could be where I'm at

Lil' momma we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

The P-I-M-P the pockets are filled deep

The cars are sick B the bars is milky

He hard to kill G the God is real deep

The Coupe Deville leanin pinky ring freezin

Creep with no ceiling keep the chrome beamin

Cold with no feelings rollin dough pealin

Cruise the track candy paint on the 'llac

Shoes bigger than Shaq lil' momma relax

What he wearin on his back is never off the rack

Todd Smith custom all the ladies lust him

They with him he crush them we talkin 'bout a mack

A purebred dog not one of them alley cats

Thorough to the max Q-boro matter fact

Ice so sharp it slice through your cataracts

Hard from the wars he tough as a battleaxe

Don't hate him cause he hot

God put him where he at

Fo' sho'

Just sit back and relax

Bentley seats in the back

Lil' momma we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

Candy paint on the 'llac

Shoes bigger than Shaq

Chrome beamin we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

Picture a scene from The Mack

Picture me on it like that

Quick get in we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

Yeah I rap and I act

God could be where I'm at

Lil' momma we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

Truly got the bottles on chill

The models lookin ill

V I P locked down crackin them hundred dollar bills

Yankee hat low

Todd Smith the rhinestones

Your chick chose him

Let him bygones be bygones

All these amateur macks with they eyeballs watery

Choosin honies over money that's how the order be

Meanwhile he gets his statements quarterly

Your starvin on the corner actin drunk and disorderly

Relax in the Maybach gettin your booze on

Seats is like a couch get your Tom Cruise on

French pedicure with the Jimmy Chu's on

He wanna see more he throw somethin smooth on

The modern day Goldie game better than Kobe

Style d**e than codeine playin for his own team

When he walk up in the spot he lookin so clean

Rubbin money in your face like cold cream

Just sit back and relax

Bentley seats in the back

Lil' momma we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

Candy paint on the 'llac

Shoes bigger than Shaq

Chrome beamin we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

Picture a scene from The Mack

Picture me on it like that

Quick get in we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

Yeah I rap and I act

God could be where I'm at

Lil' momma we rollin

WE ROLLIN WE ROLLIN)

Yeah yeah