Lyrics Rollin' On 20's - Lil' Flip

Rollin' On 20's

Here we go
Welcome to my world nigga
Of Cadillacs and sex,
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back, uh
I know you see us, you wanna be us, with jam master j on my adidas
Plus I ride around in 2 seaters
I hope it’s cold coz I’m comin with my heater
I’m on the feeda doing one fifty
Can’t you tell by my cup I’m pimpin
And if I hit one time she’s limpin
And if he’s drink one down he’s sippin
Coz we don’t do it like that over here
How we do it is grip grain on the steer
Like killer mike, all I do is dream about sex
But when I wake up I have a dream about a check
And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my vett'
And the polls raise up and it aint came out yet I’m speed racer
Chorus:
On 20's (on 20's)
My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)
These ho’s grinnin (I pull up with the top off)
On 20's (on 20's)
My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)
These ho’s grinning (Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop out)
I got a need for speed get in the truck with me
Or we can stop in the back n doin a buck fifty
I’m so gangsta the chicken heads don’t wanna fuck wit me
But you can love me or hate baby your stuck wit me
And I’m a float til the police come and get me
We run this city you can’t do nuttin wit me
There’s young Red ya’ll, I’m rollin something sticky
You see the 20's believe they wanna dip in there
And I ain’t really got nothin to lose
So I loved from 22's start spreadin the news
Let’s speed it up a little ho’s love the juice
Soon as they spot the drop man they gotta be the shoes
The fast slingers want to nigger lay ahead night
Look for the green stay away from the red light
Them old folks hear me creepin up the street
Coz they know I got them, I got them woofers in my jeep, nigga
(Chorus)
On 20's (on 20's)
My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)
These ho’s grinnin (I pull up with the top off)
On 20's (on 20's)
My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)
These ho’s grinning (Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop out)
On 20's (on 20's)
My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)
These ho’s grinnin (We never do the speed limit)
On 20's (on 20's)
My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)
These ho’s grinnin (My cars so hot that you can’t even breath in it)
(Say)
(What)
(There goes the law’s man)
(What, where?)
(They getting behind us man, right now)
(Stop lying man, you lying)
(Don't worry about it were in a Lamboghini man)
(I'm gone)
I got a lambo, I got a drop J plus I got a Harley bike, nigga top that
Now everbody be like, where you shop at?
And they be askin dumb shit like where you got that?
Thats when I look back and say I’m a superstar
And if it costs a hundred grand it’s a super car
I’m still ballin 20's still crawlin
Like retarded kids my DVD fallin
Label still calling but we already signed
We about to be legends like Morris Day and the Time
When paul gave me a call, man, I had to do it
I got a rep where I’m from so I had to screw it, uh
I’m from the home of the Houston Texans
The only horse we ride is in our Lexus
Nowadays everybody want a chop on blades
But we been doing that so ya’ll better behave
On 20's (on 20's)
My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)
These ho’s grinnin (I pull up with the top off)
On 20's (on 20's)
My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)
These ho’s grinning (Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop out)
On 20's (on 20's)
My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)
These ho’s grinnin (We never do the speed limit)
On 20's (on 20's)
My wheel spinnin (wheel spinnin)
These ho’s grinnin (My cars so hot that you can’t even breath in it)