504 Boyz Feat Lil` Romeo Magic Yungsta Tight Whips Lyrics

Tight Whips Lyrics

504 Boyz feat. Lil' Romeo, Magic, Yungsta

 

 Tight Whips

 Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades

 We roll tight whips, everyday

 Hustlin to make a big buck, but that's ok

 

 [Verse 1]

 They say the top ain't acting funny

 He ain't holla'd a day

 He got the top back, you know his new Z28

 Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8

 But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL!)

 Look like they runnin away

 

 [Verse 2: Magic]

 I'm doing 80 in the lightin

 Duece trays on shine

 The cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em

 Cus I got 4 models in the back of my truck

 18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff

 Waking the BLOCK UP!

 

 [Verse 3: Master P]

 Call me Ghetto Bill cus 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 I'm Batman

 Represent the PROjects

 TV when I roll that

 Gamblin for a car, no

 Hope I don't blow that, WHOA!

 

 [Hook]

 

 [Verse 4]

 We roll big body Benz it's the navigators

 In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter

 Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine

 Keep it by my shorty so that we be hard to find

 I ain't pay the car note, in about 3 months

 I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and blunts

 Even when the truck stop those things be constant spinnin

 I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant with it

 

 [Verse 5: Yungsta]

 Roll around in tight whips

 Catch me on the night shift

 I'm just a Yungsta, I roll without a license

 My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite when

 First one in the hood on the block with the ice rims

 My seats be piped out, TVs with the lights out

 Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out

 Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man

 Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things

 

 [Hook]

 

 [Verse 6: Silkk]

 The way we do it

 She got a man, but she still gonna turn around

 Bentley, a bucket with chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now

 It's like No Limit said it, we all day, no loss

 Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors

 These boys go hard off

 

 [Verse 7: Master P]

 We leave the tags in the window, whodee

 Cus it's worth about a hundred

 V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin

 P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift

 Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip

 Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3

 No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!

 

 [Verse 8: Lil' Romeo]

 I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops

 Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops

 They call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats

 X-Box in the front and the back DVDs

 Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen

 Got the navigation system with the phone in between

 Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors

 We roll on old days around here, that's 24s

 

 [Hook]

 

 [Jamaican flow]

 

 [Verse 9]

 I got that whip block paint off, my ride air ding dong

 The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off

 I roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift off

 Like if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff

 

 [Verse 10]

 Go real glistens

 These chicks, call me Mista Cleana

 A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never seen

 I'm sippin lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens

 Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing

 HAH

 

 [Verse 11: Master P]

 We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show

 Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more

 We wiling out, all day, all night

 Cus this is my life, my life, my life...

 

 [Hook]