| Cutlass, Monte Carlo’s, &Regals, man
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| To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin'
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| Cutlass, Monte Carlo’s, &Regals, man
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| To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin'
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| In 1988, when my grandfather passed
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| He left me a Monte Carlo and a large amount of cash
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| It was, bubble gum blue with the leather plush seats
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| And I just can’t thank you enough for all the stuff that you done, G
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| See my grandmother told me take care of the ride
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| And always do your best to keep it clean inside
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| So I just past the go and get the candy paint
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| Leather white, outta sight, that made the girls faint
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| See my partner, Eric, he got stereos
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| And my partner, Steve got true and bolds
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| And my dog, Black got european fronts
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| And this nigga named Duke hook up all the humps
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| I had a illegal Regal and it was so tight
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| And if ya touch it then a whole civil war was gon' rise
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| So I just count my blessings and I thank the lord
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| For ghetto cars and these broads when times was so hard
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| My grandfather lookin' and I’m ridin' straight
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| Man, I got the Suburban swervin' with the 4 T.V.'s playin'
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| Hail baby, Cardion and the Kompressor
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| 20 inch cyl-inders on the Lexus
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| Hummer got sound that’ll blow your eardrums
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| Lotus with 4 pipes humph nigga, listen
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| I ride Q5 on factory
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| It don’t matter, your ol' lady still after me
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| My name gon' rang all over, dawg
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| Cause I got 6 ties on the Range Rover, dawg
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| Buy a nickel, baby, wha? |
| Live on chrome
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| Buy a nickel, baby, he get his shine on
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| But, hold up, when I pass in the stretch
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| They gotta catch they breath
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| Fresh law, girl, weed hotter than a kitchen
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| In a big Bourbon, VCR’s, television
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| El Camino’s, twistin' on bees
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| '87 Regals, Impala’s, Cherokee’s
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| Expeditions, Benzes, Navigator, Humvee’s
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| What dawg? |
| Cut dawg, on 17's
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| Woood grain, 15 double o
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| Me and Rabid on momos, lord, bless his soul
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| Now we ridin' up the block, the Caravan
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| Expeditions and Surburbans with the T.V.'s playin'
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| Fuckin' right, I used to play in MCT’s
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| Nowadays, Playboys ridin' Benzes
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| Back in '87, Maniac mixed tapes
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| Soniac Park, everyday, Super Sunday
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| My homeboy Fresh, done changed the rims
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| He gotta satellite on top to talk to out of state friends
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| '88 was my year, 14 with 12 G’s
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| Monte Carlo’s ridin' on 18's
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| It’s '98 and I done flipped the script
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| Thangs that changed, Baby gotta lotta shit
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| I ain’t gotta lie, nigga like me was ridin' the bus
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| I been to the guy with CMR-ah
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| A nigga was catchin' the cut
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| Them bitches, they won’t holla
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| Them niggas, they mo' holla
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| Got all the empower from people I get showered
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| The woman on the porch sayin', Ain’t that go Wayne, boy?
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| That boy be on T.V. too, ain’t that the same boy?"
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| Yeah |