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Ludacris Rollout with a Mercedes SL

The silver SL-Class on 20-inch rims in the “Rollout” video was hot ride back in the day so it’s no surprise Ludacris featured this car in his somewhat off-the-wall video Rollout.

Ludacris Rollout Lyrics

[Hook]
(Roll out!), I got my twin Glock, 40s,(Roll out!), cocked back (Roll out!)
Me and my homies,(Roll out!), so drop that (Roll out!)
We rollin’ on twenties,(Roll out!), with the top back (Roll out!)
So much money,(Roll out!), you can’t stop that (Roll out!)
Twin Glock, 40s,(Roll out!), cocked back (Roll out!)
Me and my homies,(Roll out!), so drop that (Roll out!)
We rollin’ on twenties,(Roll out!), with the top back (Roll out!)
So much money,(Roll out!), you can’t stop that. (Roll out!)

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Now where’d you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where’d you get that mackin’ Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin’ through?
Man I ain’t got nothin’ to prove, I paid my dues
Breakin’ the rules, I shake fools while I’m takin’ a cruise
Tell me who’s your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
You’s a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job
Of just eyein’ me, spyin’ me

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Man, that car don’t come out until next year
Where in the fuck did you get it?
That’s eighty-thousand bucks gone
Where in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back
Cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin’
The better I’m feelin’, the more that I’m chillin’
Winnin’, drillin’ and killin’ the feelin’
Now who’s that buck-naked cook fixin three-course meals?
Gettin’ goosebumps with her body tapped in six inch heels
What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rappas
A couple of wives, now it’s time to choose

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
Playstation 2 up in the ride, is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I’m rubbin’ the hips
Touchin’ lips to the top of the dick and, whew
Now tell me who’s your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?
Get up out my face, you couldn’t relate
Wait to take place at a similar pace, so shake, shake it

[Hook x2]

Get out my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business, ah
Cause these niggas all up in my shit
And it’s my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business cause it’s mine, oh mine

My business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
Cause these niggas all up in my shit
And it’s my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business, cause it’s mine, oh mine

Ah, ah, Timberland, Ludacris, Disturbing Tha Peace, hoo

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