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