| When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it
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| It’s my African express I don’t leave home without it
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| Summertime just ain’t known for the weather
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| It’s hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together
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| 13's to 14 7's can’t miss
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| But on some shit you got to let 15−8's twist
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| Chevy trucks and 'em
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| El Caminos anybody want Dana’s I got them for eight c-notes
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| All day long
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| Gold or all chrome it’s on
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| You oughta get 'em cause the tires come with 'em
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| But they ain’t for busters only hogs roll D’s
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| So keep yo' stocks on if you can’t fade these
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| Thousands in my pocket, yayo I rock it
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| Keep my low clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down
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| Make the bumper drag the ground on the 'Shaw
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| Every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs
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| Get the hammer
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| Be sure that yo strap ain’t a jammer and as long
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| As ain’t nuthin' wrong then beat I’m on
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| As I watch for the lick I got the switch to make me hit
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| Front back side to side and that three wheel shit
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| Won’t hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce
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| But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose
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| It don’t stop for Mack, it’s the same ol' same ol'
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| Danas gold as a halo, twisting like a tornado
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| In that surplus gear like the G of the year
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| Fuck the hour, it’s all about the money and the power
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| Ain’t about set trippin' no Bloodin' no Crippin'
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| Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches
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| As I’m rollin' out of control and smoking humps
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| Crank up the bumpie bumps 4 gates and square
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| Dumps so I bang it, make the 20's slide when I swang it
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| Lick it once lick it twice as nice
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| When I hang it on them thangs
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| D’s I’m on 'em
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| Killas they want 'em
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| On them thangs…
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| Old Chevy’s to Cadillacs on twisters and Doves
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| Everybody got a plaque given pub to they car club
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| Mafia for life, Individuals and Damus Ride
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| Majestics and them niggas from the southside
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| New school to old school get they ride on
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| Bendin' corners caravaning like 50 strong
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| In a rag top that and a hard top this
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| Bustin ho’s cause you can’t miss if you let 'em twist
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| So get you a set of them what we call Dana’s
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| And see for yo’self all the bitches they brang us
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| Cut the wheel right to left and make the ass end slide
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| Now all the riders ride and skate from side to side
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| On them thangs |