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Rollout (My Business) Lyrics
Roll out!
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!
I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through?
Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues
Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin 'em, whewwwww!
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me
Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin
The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin
Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin
Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast meals?
Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose
Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick
Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace
So shake, shake it
Get out my business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah
'Cause these bitches all up in my shit and it's my business,
my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine
My business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass
'Cause these bitches all up in my shit.......[fade]
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rollin on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through?
Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues
Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin 'em, whewwwww!
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me
That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin
The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin
Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin
Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast meals?
Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose
Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick
Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE?
Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace
So shake, shake it
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah
'Cause these bitches all up in my shit and it's my business,
my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine
My business, my biznass
Stay the fuck up out my biznass
'Cause these bitches all up in my shit.......[fade]
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Dis song is off da chain, I am tired of readin rap lyrics, den look at da comments and see yall fake ass punk biatchs postin shyt, like rap sucks and shyt, if u dont like it den dont look at da muthafukin lyrics! go slit yo wrists!
"Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it? That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it?"
why does Ludacris have to ask where the money was spent when he just mentioned the car in the previous line?
Anyone need lyrics, gimme a holla, I hook anyone up wit anything. peace out
I really don't like much of Ludacris....but I really like this song...and this was one of my boi's favorite songs...but he's umm, no longer with us.
emo is trendy.
see u guys arent understanding him i represent the A-town. he is talking about the riches he is acquiring and the bitches and hoes thing is a habit that needs to be broken but let him express himself however. i am just tired of haters. did yall just go through and look for rap songs. i think yall like them yall just want some attention. well u r gettin it cause u r insulting my people. when u understand where we come from and our struggles then yall stupid preppie asses can talk. but til then suck on a dick and keep yall mouth closed. cause i am tired of keeping my composure. if yall would listen to rap and understand it yall wouldnt shot up yall school, cause we dont we r just fine.
yall just stop using yall asinine vernacular yall because yall i cant fucking understand yall.
it seems like every single god damn rap song is about Bitches & Hoes, and Money, and boasting about the amount said rapper has. sure the lyrics are clever, but "clever" in the sense of a limerick, not poetry, if i may make such an analogy.
i'm too lazy to write anymore. your move.
nigga this nigga that what what uh uh what what WHAT IS THIS SHIT????????????????????????????????????????????
does it alwayz take a gurl to point out the dumbasses in this place??? umm...how bout u "roll out" ya hater asses. i mean, come on... do you have nothing better to do, than come on here, and think to yourself.... HMMM...what song do i fuckin hate the most? ok, lemme go write shit comments about the artist and his songs... ~YeAh, that sounds like a winning idea to me, gentlemen. HEY, how bout this one?? GET....A....LIFE?! ...ppl come on here to see what a song says/means. ...not to listen to your goofy ass diss tha damn song. (nobody cares what your little inferior mind will manifest next.) lol....and ya wanna know tha funny thing? ...im not even crazy about "random boasting" myself... (i just had to comment on gay asses like yourself that just feed to tha dumbfuck fire.) -peace
~RoCkStEaDy~ -Lj
To each his own. After being an avid rap hater for the longest time, I've realized that the rap genre does not give a fuck what anyone thinks about the music. Some of it isn't too bad, albeit repetitive. I think anyone who knocks any sort of music is just wasting their breath. Except Limp Bizkit... everyone can bash Limp Bizkit if they want.