Oh, I see you in your cobra nest. All dressed up in your Sunday best. In the opal morning light. See your gun there shining bright. Shining bright. . Now the storm is on its way.
(scratched: "It's the new!"). . Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now. I know what y'all feel like doin. Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin wall.
I say whaddup. I got so much trouble on my mind. Refuse to lose. I say whaddup. Here's your ticket. Hear the drummer get wicked. . I say whaddup. I got so much trouble on my mind.
Ha ha ha!. This is real baby, this is real. They love this. . [Chorus]. Just sit back and relax, Bentley seats in the back. Lil' momma we rollin (WE ROLLIN, WE ROLLIN).