Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gmc, artist - The Cool Kids.
Date of issue: 21.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gmc |
So I’m riding in that 4 door range rover classic |
4.6 got damn its Jurassic |
The old school box no socks on it either |
You don’t need no shoes ‘cause the stocks look cleaner |
I’m rolling up pot on top of my beezer |
The summertime, I’m in Ibiza |
Alpine swimming non-stop up top with the tweeters |
Boldy Concreatures said we up freeze up |
If you thinking about taking a stab |
Pretty girls call me while they taking a bath |
And now I’m seeing if she playing so I wait for the laugh |
And home girl wasn’t making a splash |
I’m like cool then |
Moved in like one of your neighbors |
The only young runner that can run in the majors |
Where I’m from gangbang niggas run with the raiders |
And the live guys roll in the blazers |
And we both did it up (Rolling on them dishes) |
And we posing it up (Waiting on they pictures) |
no they won’t eat |
Keep dumping like tires on the GMC |
Newsflash, that ain’t news to me |
Newsflash, I’ma cruise the streets |
Newsflash, playing for keeps |
Dumping like tires on the GMC |
Best believe it was a hassle to try to find it |
As soon as I caught it I heard Mikey hit, like get this |
It’s the nicest, it rides like them tires on |
That got the hydro-lift |
That six |
Flipping through the low-rider books you can’t touch |
Now we walk the steps that they built, we came up |
Like the poster of your favorite emcee that you hang up |
Use tape cause thumb tacks will tear that thing up |
and that Pistons Dennis Rodman |
Full size Saab sedans that I was riding in |
Me and Rap City TV around 5 pm |
Joe Clair and Big Lez was what we watch back then |
Yea, now you figure that’s big fours |
Cars we for insurance |
Uptown air force kicks on the dashboard |
We was like 12 back then when we saw it |
Flipping through The Source magazine that we bought |
Had the old school pockets lunch dollars in our wallets |
Figured can’t get a square peg in a round socket |
Now they rock anything to ball like Charlie |
I crash fours now we running up the court |
Give me what you got for it and I’ll trump that up |
Up top, roof top, do the smurf and the wop |
That’s the go-to move when we step in the spot |
Let me show it, baby don’t smoke but she’ll roll it |
For all those who want it but can’t pay the tax for it |
That’s the point point-guards trying to check the small forwards |
Same old song with a brand new chorus |