Rollin’ Black Knights (Ft. RZA)

[Intro: Doc Doom]
Oh, how I love my a hundred spokes
Flossin' and shit
California
Flossin' on them gold ones
Black Knights
The chrome ones, the old ones—I sold them
Sippin' on a cold one, rollin' on them
Gold ones, the chrome ones, the old ones—I sold them

[Verse 1: Doc Doom]
Can I get a drum roll please
For my gold D's?
Hundred spoke Daytonas
Wish we all could be California
Smokin bankin the corners in a black six-deuce
Hittin switches, dippin
Sip'n on that act rite juice
Act like you
Wan' try and take my D's
Watch how fast
These slugs in this thang gon' leave
Watch how many
Holes in ya body it leaves
Watch how much pints of blood you bleed
May the fake thugs retreat
Pop up, barkin the heat
Caravanin nine-to-ten cars deep
Down the 'shaw
The Knights is known for breakin laws
And if a bitch is ridin with me, she's takin it off
Like get on ya job
If not bitch, I'm layin you off
'Cause I guess the last nigga that you fucked with was soft
That ain't me
It cost just to floss with me
Oh, how I love to floss on my hundred spoke D's