Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Car (feat. Mo B Dick & Pure Passion), artist - Silkk The Shocker. Album song The Shocker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
My Car (feat. Mo B Dick & Pure Passion) |
All because of my car |
All because of my car |
All because of my car |
I’m in my car, cruisin to the beat |
Trippin off, off these money hungry freaks |
Wanna be down, wit a super star |
Cuz you know I got money an a cold blooded car |
Must be the Beamer (Must be the Beamer) |
Thats turning you on |
Must be the Benz (Must be the Benz) |
I ain’t takin you home |
Must be the Cruiser (Must be the Cruiser) |
Got you flaggin me down |
Must be the Rover (Must be the Rover) |
Makes you wanna be around |
I hits an run like an accident |
Mr. hit em fast an slow is back again |
If you don’t believe me go an ask a friend |
I got more hoes than the ozone |
I hits em wit they close on |
(Why's that Silkk?) |
So they can go home |
I rolls up on a bucket, she got a man |
But when I rolls up in a Benz, das when she hops in |
An thas how its gon' happen to her |
I don’t mean to be like mackin to her or rappin to her |
But I’m jus askin to her |
Now back up in the days I run game on em |
They wanna play games so I bought a Lexus from my homie |
An the next day after that, game don’t stop |
(Where ya car at) |
I be like man, its in tha shop |
But now I’m on top now |
Put the… top down |
See how many number I can jot down, how many girl I can knock down |
An plus up on my block, now it ain’t gon' stop |
Now, since I got a little cash |
Now I dash down the block but I keep my game tight |
When Im in the Rover, I gets the guests the same night |
You try skeezin me, should be try pleasin me |
Alizay to get the draws off easily |
Thas when I switch my game over |
You blame it on a hang over I blame it on the Range Rover |
An I ain’t tryin to hear that |
(Oh it’s like that, huh?) |
Like that, like that |
When I’m flossin on these ghetto streets |
Can’t see how I get stopped by those crooked police |
I can’t understand, why they player hate |
An they ask me these question, like how much money I make |
Now it’s none of their business, how I make my ends |
An you can’t get a piece of my funky dividends |
I guess you could say, I got it goin on |
Cuz I keep seein girlies an they won’t leave me alone |
I guess the PD is tryin to see me in the State Pen |
Behind me tryin to run my license plate in |
Im checkin my rear view, but I ain’t gon' trip, bruh |
Waitin for me to slip up, show me some ID wit yo' picture |
I guess they wanna see my bank statement |
See how much money that Im makin |
But I guess they just be hatin |
They need to start missin me, stop trippin G |
I guess they mad cuz I got more gold than Mr T |
An all these freaks wanna get in my gangsta ride |
Cuz I got it front to back, an side to side |
But I ain’t got time |
I gotta do my thang |
An if you wanna front you know I can hang |
Now you know that I never wanna perpetrate |
Cuz y’all playa hate |
You fools better recognize |
That a No Limit Soldier is on the rise |
Must be the Bentley (Must be the Bentley) |
That’s turnin you on |
Must be the Lex (Must be the Lexus) |
That’s why I’m takin you home |
Must be the Caddie (Must be the Caddie) |
Got you flaggin me down |
Must be the Cutlass (Must be the Cutlass) |
Why you wanna be around |