Lyrics:

(Car engine)



C'mon, baby

C'mon on, c'mon on

Yeah, alright, now



(Chorus)

Ballers flossin' in their rides

But we still drivin', drivin', drivin' our hoopties



[Jhaz]

Another one of these days, early in the morning

I hear you blowin' (Car horn)

Here we come, out the door

Jhaz grab thekeys, already got the blunts

What's up, Arch?

Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you?

Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines

Radio on ten, factory speakers about to bust

Master P coverin' up noise from that exhaust

Destination: Gordon Park, steadily smokin' on leaves

Nothin' but the drop six-four's on D's

Bouncin' like a mother, rims sparklin' in sun

Us, we got three hubcaps and a ?



[Brina]

Commence to roll the House of Windors at this red light

Drop-top candy-apple red six-four pulls up to the side

Tight-ass chrome, I swear this playa got wet paint

Turn the system, down, they drownin' out our sounds

Man hittin' switches - watch him floss

Hittin' 3's; let's pull off

There's the store, gotta get some Zinfindel

And ? for the park



(Chorus)



[Jhaz]

They rollin' with a backseat full of speakers

And a trunk full batteries, talk on a cellular on the regular

You can tell when a nigga got cheese

And see this Ford Escort with no brakes

It's pushin' on E, baby, and I'm sick of this

It's a shame what a sister has todeal with all these things



[Brina]

We gotsta kick it, now

Out the car, where my lighter at?

Kickin' back, tape in my pocket

Let me put this in your tape deck

All these ballers flossin'

Doin' pancakes, lookin' lovely

You can ball, AJay, in your trunk, he come off frontin'

Just for ten, thanks for the support

Now we back to the hoop, gotta another tape off

Let's watch these playas act a fool



[Jhaz]

Let's get me up on some Hen

And we can pretend like we sippin' on Don, playa

'Cause we still got to hustle, welfare for cold of poverty

If we gon' smoke this weed

We better push some more or these tapes

It's gettin' dark, they be takin' their shows in

Better hurry before it's too late

Parlay in the heart of Land, just hangin'

'Cause it's summer time

Three deep in the fo' hoopty

All around us, ballers in they rides



(Chorus)



[Brina]

Let's roll to the studio

Arch, we gotsta get some gas, real fast

Seen enough ballers flossin'

Time for us trues to get some cash

One of these days sister's pockets gon' be on swoll

II Tru and AJay gon' have some rides to boss the roads



(Chorus)



[Brina]

'Cause I'm gon' get mine

When I get paid off these here rhymes



[Jhaz]

And you can put that on your family

I'm a put on my trues, we want this tape

Player, recognize II Tru's comin' to get you fools

And these ghetto blues done had us faded too long

And the ballers that's flossin' in they rides

Gon' be bumpin' to our songs



[Brina]

Another Windsor 'fore we part for the night

Blaze it up, Jhaz

Two hits, then you pass

In another year, we gon' be top class playas in this game

We gon' change for them good thangs

Let them floss, 'cause it's all good until we get paid



(Chorus)