Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long   I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats   Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats   Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long   I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats   Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats      Yo, I'ma sucka for head wraps, no perms, just naps   Long shirt, fat ass, wit a brain to match   No poke, no soda, no talkin' back, grabbin' 'em out of college   I'm wisdom lookin' for knowledge, who got it   I got it, I love it when you get that Zippendale in ya body   And shakin' ya la-de-da-de, in the party   Gon' shawty, now throw it on me naughty   And if both of y'all together, I'm in the center like Jahadi      And I like that, plus the both of y'all so fine   Why should I bite back, I'm just waistin' my lines   And havin' time after time, I'm just speakin' my mind   It don't matter if I'm in the range, or the Benz I'ma shine   Now ask, who that is, walkin' and talkin' that bull stuff   Somebody probably jealous 'cause they truck pulled up   Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, I'm gon' go   Out the do', to the ride, and just roll      Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long   I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats   Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats   Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long   I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats   Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats      Check, check, well I got no love for losin'   Never been full of hate, no love for Uzi's   Wahchin' me again and again, like favorite movies   MC's wit brains, obsessed wit oochie-coochie   I got more flavor than them, motherfucker   You other facts of life acts too no but, no drink, I gets very moody   I guess that why, I'm in love wit bud just like brew   Truly yours, see my concert be too packed, just like Shakur      What's in store, I'ma let jet like Acu-ra   Gas pedal hit the floor, zoom like the Camadors   See I'm your, lunatic for hire   A will call them MC's out like a bad umpire you're outta here   I snap neck, like a T roll before we retire   Oh Jim Carrey ass nigga, quit being a liar, liar   Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, I'm gon' go   Out the do', to the ride, and just roll      Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long   I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats   Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats   Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long   I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats   Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats      Now for real, I be to break 'em off   Hoe hopper, trick knocker, nobody does like we do each proper   Think he like papa, when I drop her   Lyin' on that ass now we fuckin' 'til the beat don't stop her   Could it be I move too smooth, groove   That'll make the whole party move   Spots I keep 'em hot, so honey be hot to try   Pull up on the lot, black gloves and a Glock      My crew stand up, y'all crew catch rounds   Desert EG, 4 pound, it's got to, go down   Should I sweat that, hell naw I'm gon' go   Out the do', to the ride, and just roll      Uh, Ali, Ali, keep rollin'   St. Lunatics, keep rollin'      Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long   I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats   Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats   Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long   I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats   Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats      Oh, Ali