Lil' Flip - Rollin' on 20's lyrics

Here we go, welcome to my world n***a of Cadillac's and stacks Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back Uh, I know you see us You wanna be us With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas Plus I ride around in two-seata's I hope it's cold cause I'm comin wit my heata I'm on the Fleeta, doin 150 Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin And if I hit one time she's limpin And if he trick one dime he's simpin Cause we don't do it like that over here All we do is grip grain on the stair Like k**er Mike all I do is dream about s** But when I wake up I have a dream about a check And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette' Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm speed racin (Chorus 1) On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin I pulled up with the top off On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off Yeah, yeah, yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me Or we can start in the Bentley doin a buck fifty I'm so gangsta, chickenheads don't wanna f** wit me But you can love me or hate me baby you're stuck wit me And I'm a fluff till the police come and get me We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me It's young red ya'll, I'm rollin somethin sticky You see them 20's, believe they worth three a penny And I ain't really got nuthin to lose So announce on 22's start spreadin the news Let's speed it up a little Hoes love to choose Soon as they spot the drop, man, it gotta be the shoes The fast lane is where a n***a live e'er night Look for the grain stay away from the red light Them old folks hear me creepin up the street Cause they know I got them, I got them Woofers in my jeep, n***a (Chorus 2) On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin I pulled up with the top off On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin We never lose sleep, lemme On 20's (On 20's) Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin) These hoes grinnin You can't even breath in it (*talking*) Say, there go the laws, man Where, where They gettin behind us right now Stop lyin man, you lyin Don't worry about it, we in a lamborghini, man I'm gone I got a lambo, I got a drop jag Plus I got a Harley bike, n***a top that Now e'erbody be like where you shop at And they be askin dumb sh** like where you got that That's when I look back and say I'm a superstar And if it cost a hundred grand it's a supercar I'm still ballin, 20 still crawlin Like retarded kids, my DVD's stallin Lakers still callin, but we already signed We about to be legends like Morris Day & the Time When Paul gave me a call, man I had to do it I gotta 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 wanna chop on blades But we been doin that ya'll better behave (Chorus 2)