We Keep Rollin – Da Hol’ 9 – letras

(Hook: Kaos)Caddies, Cutties, and CoupsAll at the hot spotsNavi’s, BourbonsWe scoopin ol’ school drop topsAnd it don’t even matter if themHatas and them cops watchCuz we keep rollin’ derty we keep rollin'(Verse 1: Kaos)Headin’ on them highways, keep markin’ and swervin’In Excursions down KingshighwayRollin Escalades down Page, urrydayDouble R’s, Hummers and Jags, they derty D’s boy stay paidTop dropped, woody hella plush insideFully loaded mo wit urrythang customizedAnd he’s rollin’ wit the humps, the bump bumpsI mean the bump, thump hump bump humps in his trunkAnd he’s firin’ up the dank, rollin’ candy paintCheese, got blowed on the Rock Road, oh cant even blink ha6-4’s and SUV’s wit the brains blown, runnin’ trains on themOnly when they change the game mo(Hook repeat 2x)(Verse 2: Kaos)Ay lil’ partna you ain’t gettin’ no hollasMan there’s too many ballas wit top dollasRollin in chromed out Pradas in ImpalasSteady sippin’ and steady dippin’They on a mission while you trippin’Can’t take that heat up out mo’s kitchenYour girl huggin’ em, she got them vapors, he got paperAnd she lovin’ em, plus he hella cake it but uhThat’s how it is wit them fine freaks, if you got mo’ moneyShe gone mo you won’t never keep no dime pieceHangin’ be wonderin’ why you cant find her moShe out hot sidin’ wit Mr. Big Timer blowShe went from hikin’ in them Nik’s, to loud pipesTo wild nights, man your boy was trifin’ them trucks and now bikesAnd now I know that your feelings be hurtin’, you see ya girl flirtin’While you out wit your partnas purpin’, tellin’ urrybodyThat your Excursion, you be splurgin’ but whys ya girl twurkin’And I heard she be workin’, settin’ it out wit just the mouthYou get it all up for a dub and we be like « What’s up wit ya girl cuz? »She runnin’ choo-choos wit few crews and lil’ dudes, be like »Ay that’s my girlfriend man she call me poo-poo »(Hook repeat 2x)(Verse 3: Kemo)Camilin paint on the Range, 22 inch rims dertySwitchin’ lanes (TV) peepin’ out the Rams gameUrry chickenhead in the city know ya name, and ya be breakin’ breadMakin’ change, even got a fo’ wit the blown brain, damn doggThem rims tall as a mug, gotta use a purrachute to get up out the truckYou tryin’ to embarrass every crew comin’ up, postin’ on them 22’sLaughin’ at them dubs, ballin’ out, wit ya crew snappin’ at them clubsAfter that what you doin’ tappin’ at some guns (yes’ir yes’ir)3 ol’ hoes in the basement, one from Nigeria and the other ones JamaicanAnd they maybe, jockin’ ya ride so derty do some backbreakersBut after that make sure the house vacant(Y’all gotta bounce)(Hook repeat 2x)