Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Muscle Cars, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Muscle Cars |
| Not out of the local news paper, but out the AutoTrader |
| Cleaner, than virgin cuchie, my nigg', one on her Cutlass, playa' |
| The beat wrapped in monster cables, the speakers thump’n |
| Trunk sound’n like Godzilla, and King Kong, back there thump’n |
| All we do is wic, and get high and petal and push! |
| Organic weed, mysterey weed, just purple cush! |
| I cut the the rear weld, on my whip, and filled that bitch up and now muscle car sit’n up high like a monster truck |
| Monster up', suck up to none, don’t be no poodle |
| Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle |
| In the heart of the soil, where you can find me Try me fuck boi', and get your face put on a white tee |
| 40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak |
| They maynee’ass voices, and they styles is hekka unique |
| High speed chase’s and run’n lights |
| Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes |
| Thumper, and carburator. |
| four speed Trany |
| Dual exahust dipped in sauce |
| My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways |
| Threw the East Side-Boi', crunk like Lil’Jon |
| Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don |
| East Okaland the land of the side show |
| Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo' |
| I’m ridin side ways, this way and that way |
| Doors open, while in traffic |
| Hold the door open, (Hello!) |
| Shit’n on em', no front’n |
| 455 got me run’n up on Aston Martins |
| We run from dem on streets, not the freeway |
| B&M shift kit (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea |
| On my celly cell stright lace with no fuck’n dew |
| Mobb’n in my Ol’skool, like Lil’Bruce' |
| Four 15's, beat supreme |
| Told niggaz fuck Rally’s, ride gold one’s mayne' |
| Mother’s off candid, don’t hate cause I ain’t me Race, foo, smoke in yo’face, foo' |
| Super charger, push this botton and my engine start up Pistol tucked |
| Might be pirmiered, but my engine souped up Quick to the floor, when you open yours |
| Don’t scratch my doors. |
| 350'I push heavy |
| Not a Ford it’s (Chevy), (Chevy), (Chevy) |
| First owner, not too many miles on her |
| We rep the BAY, we don’t rep Califronia, (I'm lie’n…) |
| I’m run you for your car note |
| Why you don’t got SS’s in front of your Monte Carlo? |
| Residence full of white folks |
| I’m leave fresh tire marks top of they asphalt |
| You got muscle car? |
| You fuck’n wit’dem Muscle cars? |