We Rollin' - LL COOL J: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

We Rollin'

880

Hip-Hop/Rap

We Rollin' was released on January 1, 2008 by Def Jam Recordings as a part of the album Exit 13

Song Details

Release DateJanuary 1, 2008

LabelDef Jam Recordings

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM82

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

LL COOL J

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

James Todd Smith

James Todd Smith

Songwriter

Quentin Staples

Quentin Staples

Songwriter

Willie Clarke

Songwriter

Clarence Reid

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cue Beats

Producer

K. Miller

Recording Engineer

Brian Stanley

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hahahaha

This is real, baby, this is real!

They love this

Just sit back and relax, Bentley seats in the back

Lil mama, we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

Candy paint on the 'Lac, shoes bigger than Shaq

Chrome beamin', we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

Picture a scene from "The Mack", picture me on it like that

Quick, get in, we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

Yeah, I rap and I act, God put me where I'm at

Lil mama, we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

The P-I-M-P, the pockets are filthy

The cars is sick, B, the bars is milky

He hard to kill, G, the God is real deep

The Coupe de Ville leanin', pinky ring freezin'

Creep with no ceilin', keep the chrome beamin'

Cold with no feelings, rollin', no peelin'

Cruise the track, candy paint on the 'Lac

Shoes bigger than Shaq, lil mama, relax

What he wearin' on his back is never off the rack

Todd Smith custom, all the ladies lust him

They with him, he crush 'em, we talkin' 'bout a mack

A purebred dog, not one of them alley cats

Thorough to the max, Q-Boro, matter of fact

Ice so sharp, it slice through your cataracts

Hard from the wars, he tough as a battle axe

Don't hate him 'cause he hot, God put him where he at

For sure

Just sit back and relax, Bentley seats in the back

Lil mama, we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

Candy paint on the 'Lac, shoes bigger than Shaq

Chrome beamin', we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

Picture a scene from "The Mack", picture me on it like that

Quick, get in, we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

Yeah, I rap and I act, God put me where I'm at

Lil mama, we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

Coolin', got the bottles on chill, the models lookin' ill

V.I.P. locked down, crackin' them hundred dollar bills

Yankee hat low, Todd Smith and rhinestones

Your chick chose him, let bygones be bygones

All these amateur macks with they eyeballs watery

Choosin' honeys over money, that's out of order, B

Meanwhile, he gets his statements quarterly

You're starvin' on the corner, actin' drunk and disorderly

Relax in the Maybach, gettin' your booze on

Seats is like a couch, get your Tom Cruise on

French pedicure with the Jimmy Choos on

He wanna see more, throw somethin' smooth on

The modern day Goldie, game better than Kobe

Style doper than codeine, playin' for his own team

When he walk up in the spot, he lookin' so clean

Rubbin' money in your face like toe cream

Just sit back and relax, Bentley seats in the back

Lil mama, we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

Candy paint on the 'Lac, shoes bigger than Shaq

Chrome beamin', we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

Picture a scene from "The Mack", picture me on it like that

Quick, get in, we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

Yeah, I rap and I act, God put me where I'm at

Lil mama, we rollin' (we rollin', we rollin')

Yeah, yeah

Written by: Clarence Reid, James Todd Smith, Quentin Staples, Willie Clarke

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