Roll On Em (feat. Rick Ross)

[intro- chingy] (rick ross)

I know you're thinkin this song is gonna be about

All the problems in my life, all my pain and sorrow

All the shit i done been through

And the times that i've been livin on this here fucked up earth

Well i'm sorry to let you know that it ain't, haha

Cool & dre watup, yeah

This your boy chingy man, straight from the lou' (it's ricky ross)

All the way to miami (chingy)

We doin it big baby (st. louis, watup)

Now let's go

[hook]

We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll

We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll

We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll

We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll

[chingy]

Look, check

Hey i'm so flossy i can wear the dental package

The range rover sweet, 'cause it got a lotta racket

Our (') lost faith, now i call it chingy magic

Look the other way nigga when you see me in traffic

Hello, 22's is cool

Feel like i graduated, throwin y'all still in school

Look, mellow they call me young smooth

'cause my appearance alone will get your girl in a mood, shoot

I know they like the color on the chrys'

'cause i'm gettin it hell, put some colors in the ice

That's ballin, go 'head, gamble with your life

And i'ma {*gunshots*) turn your head to some dice

Hood up partner, you niggaz goin straight broke

Tryna keep up with my whips, i don't pay a damn note

No, no you fake hustlers are a joke

Huffin old ass fool should have came with a remote

[chorus]

If you ridin 10 tyres, throw some 24's on it

Throw some 24's on it, throw some 24's on it

If you ridin regular paint, throw some candy on that bitch

Throw some candy on that bitch, throw some candy on that bitch

If your radio too low, throw some beat up in the trunk

Throw some beat up in the trunk, throw some beat up in the trunk

So pass the police, turn that shit up, let it bump

Turn that shit up, let it bump, turn that shit up, let it bump

[hook]

[rick ross]

Yeah, boss

I'm a vet with the whips, when it's red on the hips

Hit the lou' drop the top, throw up sess' and then i dip

22's out the top, i'ma mess with the bricks

Gettin head in all schools, havin sex in the six

I make you niggaz brin it, sittin on 30 inches

We steppin out blingin, me and the dirty chingy

I met your homie chick, fucked her in 30 minutes

Jump back off in my shit, we back to serve sippin

You hear that big glock, you see that wrist watch

Go hit the weed spot, me and my shit wash

If you trippin, i'm bustin, we still killin for nothin

If you feelin i'm frontin, i'm continue to stuntin

Ricky ross

[chorus]

[chingy]

Click your heels homeboy, my rims on steroids

Po's pull me over you know, i don't care boy

Here's my license and to show that's all you pigs need

Keep fuckin with me, i'ma take you on a high speed

Try me (vroom), but you know what pa'

They usually stop me just to say they wanna drive my car, uh

Nah tell the station give you a raise

And maybe you can be flossin like me one day

One day, ay, where my riders at

The ss impala co from front to back

I'm about to sell it tho', fuck it, give it to smith

So he can stunt like his cousin and we all the shit

I got this, probably seen me on the dub cover

Flyin smurf, low fur, chauffeur, i'm a hustler

Yeah homie bring your whips out

Last nigga tried to jack me, dirty brought them clips out

[chorus]