Roll On 'Em

[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 niggas 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 niggas 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]