Rockin' and Rollin'

[Verse 1]

Ay yo you wonder who I are

I guzzle up at the bar

But you see me in the cars that start with the double R

Range Rover, Rolls Royce, even got a Rocky Rolly

See more ice than a hockey goalie

Baby eating guacamole

I did without

Now I live it out

Cars? got to whip it out

Every year I get it out

(Why?) I be long gone

(Where?) probably Hong Kong

Girls with their thong on

I'm playing Don Juan

Drinking Chandon

Where the chron, ma?

"You smoke weed?" "What you think, girl? Uh-huh!"

Start the car up

Take her on a long ride

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

No I'm sorry

This is the Ferrari

Limon like Bacardi

Rock with safari

But la di da di

We like to party

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

[Hook]

We was rockin' and rollin'

Now we rollin' and smokin'

On the phone and we chokin'

While you strollin' and hopin'

For the tone which you spoke in

And I know that you're open

Live a Branson life and a brand new 5

Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam be live

[Verse 2]

Ay yo come on, girlfriend I ain't no actor, really

So when you come around here don't be acting silly

Askin "did he?"

Come on I got the baddest biddies

Ass is pretty

Like hoes down in Magic City

Now you smoke hoes and the coco

Niggas say I'm loco

Cause I'm low low from the po-po

Every night I stroke hoes

No-no for homos

F doing promos

I was Def already I just added the So-So

Wherever we at

Ready to act

Better be strapped

I live the life of Riley

Whether Teddy or Pat

And when it come to the cash

Bet I'm heavy with that

If your man want to bet

Then I bet he be cracked

And your little girlfriend

She was wet off the bat

From the Chevy tonight;

Yo, I'll bet she be back

For the one night stand

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Yo I ask her if she miss it

Then I tell her to kiss it

Come on

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Ay yo your girl around me? That's like sand to a beach

Or a gram to a ki or a branch to a tree

Your money? That's my advance to a G

And you'll see me and Lance to the B

Yeah acting wild

Jimmy back me, child

How long you think an ounce gonna last me now?

But I love when hoes call me

"The Cat's Meow"

Cause I run up in them and I make their cats meow

Are you hip to the jive?

How we get to the thighs?

Half of my game? Yo, that shit be a lie

But it's true about Duke from the hoop to the 5

And I'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Baby am I slick

Oh your friends are sick

To see me and my chicks in DKNY kicks

And my clique

Yo we get the dank and bounce

And put another half a mil in my bank account