your bottle up in the other hand We rolling nigga, I'm rolling like this here, Come on [Chorus x4] Rollin in my cadillac Rollin in my cadillac Rollin in my cadillac Rollin, Rollin, Rollin
Traduction: BG. Rolling dans ma Cadillac.
bottle up in the other hand We rolling nigga, I'm rolling like this here, Come on [Chorus x4] Rollin in my cadillac Rollin in my cadillac Rollin in my cadillac Rollin, Rollin, Rollin
niggas like Ray, sit down bro! Bet I know, everything about this game Bet I know my role Plus they know when I come to the court this is my sport B dot o, B
n-ggas like Ray, sit down bro! Bet I know, everything about this game Bet I know my role Plus they know when I come to the court this is my sport B dot o, B
[Hook] Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation Rap's new generation Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
to war, in the midst of gun play (more or less) Only taking head shots, (it ain't no need to have a vest) [Z-Ro] When I roll I roll solo, with my 4-4
a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK (Chorus) Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b
Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?! (Hook) (Killer Mike) Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my
Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah [Dre] B-I-G, B-O-I An
ya link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin for Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese and let my
of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-
's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin the truth not talkin that shit boi I'm thinkin of checkin my traps and bustin my raps and throwin them craps Seven-
2x] [Verse 2] (Bun B) Straight up outta Texas, the reckless, PA to be exact Where the streets is cutthroat and fiends kill you for a G of crack 8 g's and cadillacs
the club with this fool named T-Bo From the Dirty South, gold's in his mouth, my peoples All of my homies from the L.B.C. All my white homies who smoke
New) Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a model do Don't you wish you had another(Chance to) Get up under my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get
