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Rollin’ Raw Lyrics by B.G.

Romeo Must Die (Original Soundtrack)

2000

[Chorus]
Get your shine on, player, it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get your shine on and chase your riches
You wanna roll raw, drop your Benz on twenty inches

[Verse 1]
I get that noise out these busters and anything I ride
Is gon' have TVs in it, chrome on it, wood inside
I got a variety of cars I could drive in
I'm B.G., so whatever it is, I'ma shine in
I don't be slipping, I be on my issue, believe me
Top of the line Rollie on my wrist when you see me
I wanna be chauffeured in a Bentley
Haters can't take that, so they plotting to flip me
But I'ma shake that
A million dollars, I'm trying to make that
These baller-blocking rookies, they hate that
I don't wear nothing cheap, from my head to my feet
Twenty on my wrist, ten on my Cash Money piece
You can't help but to hear my name ringing on the street
From getting my ball on to nailing your old lady
You could try to look at my grill, get blind, player
All week long, I like to shine, player

[Chorus]
Get your shine on, player, it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get your shine on, player, chase your riches
You wanna roll raw, drop your Lex' on twenty inches
Get your shine on, player, it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get your shine on and chase your riches
You wanna roll raw, drop your truck on twenty inches

[Verse 2]
Juvenile gave me a ride with the drop-top cut, dog
Let's creep downtown, I know some girls who gon' twerk, dog
Keep your phone on, around eight I'ma call
We gon' clique up and drop it off in these broads' drawers
They only wanna see a Hot Boy broke 'em down
I'ma represent because I'm from that Uptown
Plug, get iced up, do what you gon' do, then let's split
Because it's goin' down on Freret and Washington
I follow you in the suburb with the fifth rim
Chrome grill, wood grain steering wheel
Baby Gangsta is worth six figures plus
I'm thinking 'bout a Lexus truck for Christmas
I'ma put TVs in both of the head rests
Women love to please me, I can't say I ain't blessed, fresh
Look what rapping got us, look what rapping bought us
We following each other in two big bodies on Brauders

[Chorus]
Get your shine on, player, it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get your shine on, player, chase your riches
You wanna roll raw, drop your SS on twenty inches
Get your shine on, it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get your shine on, player, chase your riches
You wanna roll raw, drop your ish on twenty inches

[Verse 3]
I'm getting my ball on like I'm in the NBA
Hustling for a mil', I do that everyday
Me and my whole clique, all week, just shining
Houses and fancy cars all Big Tymers buying
Lying to these broads 'cause we got it like that
Black on black army truck, we riding like that
None of us wan' fuck, black brothers getting rich
And we always follow this model, tricks ain't it
Baby don't like to brag, but he just bought a Jag
Ferrari and a Lamborghini with a TV in the dash
That thing there fast and it's off the hook
We don't carry cash, we all tote a check book
Leaving haters in the dust, competition shook
Step aside on your own or, woadie, you get pushed

[Chorus]
Get your shine on, player, it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get your shine on and chase your riches
You wanna roll raw, drop your Benz on twenty inches
Get your shine on, it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get your shine on, player, chase your riches
You wanna roll raw, drop your Lex' on twenty inches
Get your shine on
Get your shine on
G-g-g-get your, get your shine on, player, it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get your shine on, player, chase your riches
You wanna roll raw, drop your truck on twenty inches
Get your shine on, oh, it's on now
You ain't thuggin' if you ain't ridin' on chrome now
Get your shine on and chase your riches
You wanna roll raw, drop your Rolls on twenty inches

[Outro]
Get your shine on
Get your shine on
Shine, shine, shine
Shine, shine, shine
Shine, shine, shine
Shine, shine, shine
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About “Rollin’ Raw” by B.G.

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"Rollin’ Raw" appears on "Romeo Must Die (Original Soundtrack)" in 2000.

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