CHIKO DATEH - How We Roll lyrics

rate me

Mmm

Yeah

Chiko

Got Dubb...

Got Fingazz...

Got Hypes...

Hey yo, Khool-Aid

Let's show 'em that this is how we roll

This is how we roll, baby

It's Friday afternoon

I'm gon' be off work soon

Then we can get the weekend started

Come on

Y'all

The week is over

Sittin' 'round will get you nowhere

Don't get it twisted

You got to start the night off right

Just got my ends, yeah

Sported my new threads, yeah

Y'all know I'm lookin' pimpin'

I'm ready to ball

Start up the band, yeah

Ballin' with my friends, yeah

Hypes'

Gon' take the wheel

Cause I'm already sayin'

I'm feelin' faded

And I'm feelin' X-rated

Who wants to chill with me tonight

We rollin' on dubs

With Southern Comfort fitted up

We mix it up with Khool-Aid

Cause this is how we roll

Now it's twelve o'clock

Your bitch headin' at the club

But Southern Comfort's creepin' up

You know it's on

We surrounded by five ladies

Who know how to work it, baby

Everybody got it goin' on

With the bumpin' and a grindin'

Indy cruisin' down on Sunset

In the Navy limo

Go over, drinks on me, a round of

Adios, mother

Yellin' at them hoodrats out the window (Hey yo, what's up girl?)

Hey yo, Hypes, stay on the wheel

Cause I'm hangin' out the roofs saying

Yeah

Hey Chiko, look at that girl right there

Well, what's up ma, would you just jump on in

We'll ride til the sun sets in

With my nigga

Chiko (That's right)

Ridin' in a limo

Mama wanna drink, so (Uh)

Well, come on, girl

Go and grab your cup

Before I get to wrap you up

You wanna take a bath or what

But stop, I'm prepared for ya

And let a nigga slap a butt (I'm tempted)

I know you see the limo's rented

With everything I said, I meant it

The twilla gon' be highly scented

And hope you see my bad intentions

Keep me if you love the tension (Now listen)

And observe the lesson

My game is like a box of presents

My life is not my first impression

My look is what has got you pressin'

That's why I

We gon' keep this rollin'

Til six in the mornin'

We ain't playin', this ain't no game

Just ask my dawgs

You can holla at Hypes

You can holla at Dubb

Holla at Fingazz

Yugiciaz got it goin'

On all up at NYC

Give love to Clover City

Girl next door, she lookin' pretty

N-Y-A, Y, the A, M-A-R

Nikki and Khool-Aid