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"Rollout (My Business)” is a song by American rapper Ludacris. It was the second single released from his 2001 album Word of Mouf. The song, on whose writing and composition Ludacris collaborated with music-producer Timbaland, who also produced it, debuted at number 95 on the Billboard Hot 100 on November 10, 2001, reached the top 40 at number 34 on December 29, and peaked at number 17 on February 2, 2002. It was also nominated for the 2002 Grammy Award for Best Male Rap Solo Performance.
Performed By: Ludacris
From Album: Word of Mouf
Genre(s): Hip hop
Written by: Christopher Bridges, Timothy Mosley, Papa Serigne Seck
Produced by: Timbaland
Released: October 16th, 2001
Year: 2001




Ludacris - Rollout (My Business) Lyrics
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Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!

Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!

I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matching Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be riding through?
Man I ain't got nothing to prove, I paid my dues
Breaking the rules, I shake fools while I'm taking 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 eyeing me, spying me

I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the f*ck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the f*ck 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 peeling
The better I'm feeling, the more that I'm chilling
Winning, drilling and killing the feeling
Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-course meals?
Getting goosebumps when her body tap the 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 rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose

I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
PlayStation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbing the hips,
Touching lips to the top of the dick and then 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

I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Get out my business, my business
Stay the f*ck up out my business, ah
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit and it's my business, my business
Stay the f*ck up out my business, 'cause it's mine, oh mine
My business, my business
Stay the f*ck up out my business
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business
Stay the f*ck up out my business, 'cause it's mine, oh mine

Timbaland
Ludacris
Disturbin Tha Peace
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Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!

Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!

I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matching Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be riding through?
Man I ain't got nothing to prove, I paid my dues
Breaking the rules, I shake fools while I'm taking 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 eyeing me, spying me

I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the f*ck did you get it?
That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the f*ck 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 peeling
The better I'm feeling, the more that I'm chilling
Winning, drilling and killing the feeling
Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-course meals?
Getting goosebumps when her body tap the 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 rats, a couple of wives
Now it's time to choose

I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
PlayStation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
You take a pick, while I'm rubbing the hips,
Touching lips to the top of the dick and then 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

I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can't stop that

Get out my business, my business
Stay the f*ck up out my business, ah
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit and it's my business, my business
Stay the f*ck up out my business, 'cause it's mine, oh mine
My business, my business
Stay the f*ck up out my business
'Cause these niggas all up in my shit
And it's my business, my business
Stay the f*ck up out my business, 'cause it's mine, oh mine

Timbaland
Ludacris
Disturbin Tha Peace
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Christopher Bridges, Timothy Mosley, Papa Serigne Seck
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, DUCHAMP, INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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