Rich Boyz - B.I.G. (We Roll Big) lyrics
rate me[Hook: Romeo (?)]
We roll big in the city (big trucks big bikes)
(Big cribs big rims big wheels big ice)
We roll big in the city (big trucks big bikes)
(Big cribs big rims big wheels big ice)
[Verse: Romeo]
Now Im da king of da city and da Rich Boyz wit me
And my jewels steady hangin' so just call dem tipsy
And my truck, is a Biggie cuz it sittin on fifty’s
And my celli keeps ringin cuz the girls think Im pretty
Its nothin to get pretty u want me than come and get me
Im ridin like I was Clipse and dem boyz, Pretty Ricky
Lil’ Uhh, yea I got da party jumpin
And I keep game wit me like that boy from Compton
[Verse: (?)]
I roll big dog similar to Fatman Scoop
And da inside of my whip look like da bad man coop
I ride bigger than the Shaq attack my Hummer sittin black on black
A fever on the back of that 24 inches (?) for that
P dawg P. Miller the signature rich boyz be on the ceiling brah
Im ready for whatever just come get me if you feelin rush
Guerrillas sittin on Daytons girls see us they be chasin
No Limit thats back up in this so the haters just quit hatin
[Hook: Romeo (?)]
[Verse: (?)]
Call my rims notorious cuz they B.I.G.
8 times 3, I bring 'em out like T.I.P.
Rolled up not tryin the mingle
Rich so my bank account go more Oh's than Ciara third single
Tryin the blacks the (?) and get ya blink fo’
Im from the South but my chain to the North Pole (bling)
Blingin one platinum and the others rolls gold
And my cars keep rims like basketball grows
Oh boy run up I take shots like Polaroids
Pockets swoll, like I feed my money some steroids
Im fly, so I stay fresh like Altoids
Rich Boyz the best boyz, yon’t wanna test boy
Red Escalade TVs red blue
Blue ice up in my piece like my chain feel wit many snoops
Rep the booth, hood up about the roof
Pee and lace my dogs wit diamonds now they shinnin in the coupe
[Hook: Romeo (?)]
[Verse: (?)]
Im in that '05 Porsche cops love to follow me
They even think Im sellin dope, or I hit the lottery
P. Miller rimsss is blazin, hidden behind black tint
How my face good like the master’s chasin
So I floss, pushin the clutch
I got woman wit they mans in they car, sayin wassup
Thugs posted up on the block ready to get buck
Rich Boyz in the building so yall know wassup
[Verse: Young V]
Look I might be the youngest but I ride like a grown man
26 inches real spinnin like a home fan
Candy paint whippin hit the gas than Im gone man
Check ya outfit from the rims from all the chrome and
Young V patrol the streets all week
Wit my Rich Boyz clique u know we brigin da heats ya dig
But at my age a only way Im a kid
Man I might pull ya chick cuz boy we ride big
[Hook: Romeo (?)]
