Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals , by - Big Tymers. Release date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals |
| Cutlass, Monte Carlo’s, &Regals, man |
| To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin' |
| Cutlass, Monte Carlo’s, &Regals, man |
| To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin' |
| In 1988, when my grandfather passed |
| He left me a Monte Carlo and a large amount of cash |
| It was, bubble gum blue with the leather plush seats |
| And I just can’t thank you enough for all the stuff that you done, G |
| See my grandmother told me take care of the ride |
| And always do your best to keep it clean inside |
| So I just past the go and get the candy paint |
| Leather white, outta sight, that made the girls faint |
| See my partner, Eric, he got stereos |
| And my partner, Steve got true and bolds |
| And my dog, Black got european fronts |
| And this nigga named Duke hook up all the humps |
| I had a illegal Regal and it was so tight |
| And if ya touch it then a whole civil war was gon' rise |
| So I just count my blessings and I thank the lord |
| For ghetto cars and these broads when times was so hard |
| My grandfather lookin' and I’m ridin' straight |
| Man, I got the Suburban swervin' with the 4 T.V.'s playin' |
| Hail baby, Cardion and the Kompressor |
| 20 inch cyl-inders on the Lexus |
| Hummer got sound that’ll blow your eardrums |
| Lotus with 4 pipes humph nigga, listen |
| I ride Q5 on factory |
| It don’t matter, your ol' lady still after me |
| My name gon' rang all over, dawg |
| Cause I got 6 ties on the Range Rover, dawg |
| Buy a nickel, baby, wha? |
| Live on chrome |
| Buy a nickel, baby, he get his shine on |
| But, hold up, when I pass in the stretch |
| They gotta catch they breath |
| Fresh law, girl, weed hotter than a kitchen |
| In a big Bourbon, VCR’s, television |
| El Camino’s, twistin' on bees |
| '87 Regals, Impala’s, Cherokee’s |
| Expeditions, Benzes, Navigator, Humvee’s |
| What dawg? |
| Cut dawg, on 17's |
| Woood grain, 15 double o |
| Me and Rabid on momos, lord, bless his soul |
| Now we ridin' up the block, the Caravan |
| Expeditions and Surburbans with the T.V.'s playin' |
| Fuckin' right, I used to play in MCT’s |
| Nowadays, Playboys ridin' Benzes |
| Back in '87, Maniac mixed tapes |
| Soniac Park, everyday, Super Sunday |
| My homeboy Fresh, done changed the rims |
| He gotta satellite on top to talk to out of state friends |
| '88 was my year, 14 with 12 G’s |
| Monte Carlo’s ridin' on 18's |
| It’s '98 and I done flipped the script |
| Thangs that changed, Baby gotta lotta shit |
| I ain’t gotta lie, nigga like me was ridin' the bus |
| I been to the guy with CMR-ah |
| A nigga was catchin' the cut |
| Them bitches, they won’t holla |
| Them niggas, they mo' holla |
| Got all the empower from people I get showered |
| The woman on the porch sayin', Ain’t that go Wayne, boy? |
| That boy be on T.V. too, ain’t that the same boy?" |
| Yeah |