Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rollin Vogues, artist - DirtyDate of issue: 26.02.2001
Song language: English
Rollin Vogues |
| We rollin' vogues wit triple gold on Cadillac’s |
| Smokin' doja gettin' blowed up, chillin' in the back |
| Smokin on that wood got my mind feelin' right for when I ride out tonite |
| And I’m quick to pull any trick that I like because I’m so pimp tight |
| Well I wanna pimp all the hoes |
| In a L-Dog Lac, gold shoes sittin' on vogues |
| Say you wanna roll reefer slow |
| Two niggas in the back gettin' hi straight smokin' my dope |
| I know you love it when you see me ride |
| You run and hide because you know that I’m bringin' it live |
| And no disrespect, if they cash the check |
| They comin' out wit the .45 between they eyes |
| Young nigga can you feel me |
| I know you wanna kill me but you can’t touch the G |
| I got dick for them sluts to beat |
| Plenty game for them hoes so you can’t fuck wit me |
| We comin' straight from the S-O-U-T-H, true P-L-A-Y-A |
| You in the land of the Candyman |
| You best crown the man and never playa hate |
| We get hi like everyday |
| Got some killa ass weed, do you wanna participate |
| Fuck nigga don’t hesitate |
| Take two puffs of the blunt nigga straight pass it to me |
| I make yo girl wanna masturbate |
| So bend on over and shake that ass in a faster way |
| Tonite I can be yo candy licker |
| Yo big dick sticker nut 'em up in a nasty way and… |
| Hook |
| Well it’s Friday night and I’m feelin' aight |
| Got a pound and a pocket full of optimos |
| Rollin' 4 deep in my Caddy smokin' weed |
| Tricks sweatin' me but I ain’t finna jock them hoes |
| (Pimp:But young pimp we can stop them hoes |
| and show them hoes what niggas from the South be like) |
| Get on in, we got weed and gin |
| But tell yo friend that we goin' to the fight tonite |
| Open up the doors to the club and show me love |
| And if you scared get up on this bud |
| A fifth of that Henn ??? |
| and I’ma freak you like you never was |
| Later on let me lick you up and all around |
| And watch yo pants come tumblin' down |
| This lame got a squeaky bed but bitch gimme head |
| And when you done we can fuck on the ground |
| Cause I know you like them freaky sounds |
| But hold on baby, I know you ain’t tryin' to fake the funk |
| You must take me for a young ass punk who can’t make ya jump |
| I’ll freak yo ass till yo back get slumped |
| And I know you wanna ride in my drop-top Lac |
| Cause it’s pretty and it’s sittin' on vogues |
| Wit a candy paint job that’ll light the whole block up |
| Are you blind from the shine of my spokes and… |
| Hook |
| I know you really wanna know why |
| This young ass pro I treat them hoes like Eskimos |
| I treat 'em dirty cold when the door close |
| Comin' out they clothes till a nigga don’t wanna have sex no more |
| See you never heard that before |
| But that’s a young playa kickin' game ??? |
| What you think I got the rest here for |
| Better respect the folk |
| You get boned when ??? |
| But yeah shawty I’m a pimp though |
| And if you didn’t know, still get the game to the up to the most |
| I’m not really the kind though |
| But if you bold enough I’ll lay you down and we can fuck on the flo' |
| So… |
| Do you wanna ride wit me |
| I got that yak on side of me |
| Collard green smoke comin' outta me |
| White folks comin' |
| Better hide the weed, ya better hide the cheese, ya better hide the ki’s |
| That’s what keeps yo pockets fat |
| 4 or 5 niggas in my Cadillac |
| Smokin' bud gettin' blazed in the back |
| Hoes be actin' scandalous when it comes to showin' us love |
| I’ma tell you hoes straight up: if you don’t fuck don’t hang wit us |
| My crew be bout that dirty shit, all about that nutty shit |
| If you not down to die for it then you must not be lovin' it |
| Bitch we… |
| Hook |