Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twinkys, artist - Dirty
Date of issue: 26.02.2001
Song language: English
Twinkys |
Whoooo |
Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me |
Come on and ride with me, ride with me, ride with me |
(It's them dirty boyz back one more time) |
Come on and ride with me, ride with me, ride with me |
(Last year we was riding vogues on tripple gold) |
Come on and ride with me, ride with me, ride with me |
(This time we let y’all know how we switchin' it up on y’all hoes) |
We ride them twinkys on 'bout everythang ('bout everythang) |
We ride them twinkys on 'bout everythang ('bout everythang) |
We ride them twinkys on 'bout everythang ('bout everythang) |
We ride them twinkys on 'bout everythang ('bout everythang) |
(Big Pimp) |
We ride them twinkys on big 1500's |
And it don’t matter what you sittin' them on, we done already done it |
And on the inside smell like wooood, cause that rifer be burnin' |
And on the outside lookin' gooood, cause them twinkys be turnin' |
I got them thangs shinin' hard so they match my grill (bling) |
And got them big bitches twisting like four farris wheels |
We from the gump so we be mashin' like we don’t give a fuck |
And man we sit them twinks on Capri' Classic, Lacs, and trucks |
And rule number one don’t let them twinkys hit the curve |
And if you need two more inches call them 'twity birds' |
And it ant nothin like lettin' a junky clean and wash your car |
Break them off a fat dime and watch it shine like a star (get on som' little |
bitch) |
And if you sittin' up on some nineteens then you still tight |
But if you ain’t ridin' twinky inch rims it don’t fill right |
But after a while everything you ride got to get old (alright) |
But for now we ride them twinkys like we was «Rollin' Vogues» |
On tripple gooold |
(Mr. G-Stacka) |
We ride them twinkys on big Escalades |
Them thangs so wide man they provide my whole damn block with shade |
I know you jock’em cause they shiney and they sit real high |
Cause when I roll it’s nothin' but rim you can’t even see the tire |
I keep’em glossy cause they sit up under my ride so pretty |
And when the sun bank off my rim they light the whole damn city |
I keep that paint job wet it’s how it suppose to be |
And got them guts plushed out with leather upholstery |
Man we be chieffin' up a storm so them windows stay fogged |
And plus I’m swervin' side to side cause we been sippin' that Paul |
You know down south them boys like ridin' higher than Big Foot |
And if you slippin' with your twinkys you gone get yours took |
Some folks say you shouldn’t even drive cause it’s takin' up lanes |
Man kiss my ass y’all just mad cause y’all ain’t got the same thang |
And shit is just a little bit different on a high speed chase (alright) |
The police run cause when I come I take up all the space, up all the space |
(Mr. G-Stacka) |
I done seen some niggas in Impalas sittin' cold |
I done seen some niggas in Expedations ridin' swolle |
I done seen some Astro vans with some rims so big |
All them niggas pushin' doolys ridin' twinky inch |
I done seen some thangs on Beamers with the top drop down |
I done seen some Jagurs sittin' high off the ground |
I done seen some niggas in Land Cruiser sittin' tall |
We sit them twinks on everythang cause hell we ride’em all |
(Big Pimp) |
Now I done seen them thangs on Capri' Classics and lookin' so pretty |
And got them Cutlass and Regals sittin' so right when they beat through the city |
And them Suburns got them thangs so right plushed out with the kit |
It took a nigga from the hood to sit the twinkys on Crown Vics |
And when them hoes see them thangs on Navigators they love’em |
But when they see them on Lacs boy it make it easy to fuck’em |
And that’s all good if you got them thangs on chrome and gold |
You probably catch a nigga from Slapaw ride’em on Pentos, on Pentos |