Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pull Tha Cars Out , by - Wu-BlockRelease date: 26.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pull Tha Cars Out |
| We make the club jump every time we walk in this bitch |
| Yea, we shining. |
| You can tell my niggas is rich |
| Rozay and Patron at my throne, women at my feet |
| Staring like they want me to beat |
| This New York rap, I’m on the other side of the map |
| Nine nickel plate strap with a bitch on my lap |
| Back to back on the FDR, big cigar |
| You can tell there’s a star in one of these cars |
| She’s with Ghostface, yeah a bird on her wrist |
| Mask on face, gorillas in mist |
| Everybody try but they can’t do it like this |
| This Don Donna it starts I bet I won’t miss |
| Hey yo |
| Pull them cars out |
| We gettin money over here |
| Them bottles on the table |
| The weed in the air |
| Your woman starin at us |
| Them haters ice grillin |
| Wu-Block, you know we in the buildin |
| Verse 2: |
| Every little spot they know me |
| Loyal females who can’t just give me the twat |
| They show me like I’m a big stock broker on Wall Street |
| I said, «Nahh, I’m that big drug dealer from 4E!» |
| A lot of guacamole, know a lot of parolees |
| Slung in front of a lot of these delis eatin cannolis |
| I stayed on the front line like private events in airports |
| And live by the code I’mma bust mine |
| Word, tunes, start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear |
| Don’t get a stain on my Porsche |
| Light-skined said she a virgo |
| Said she love my roll game and my bird yo |
| A baby ghost appeared from the blunt smoke |
| It lingered through her hair and set into her clothes |
| Her bag fell, I saw a 38 snub nose |
| I stole that and still fucked her when the club closed |
| Buck fifty on your face, hundred stacks on the car |
| If I spend a rack today, get that rack back tomorr |
| I’m a cash ruler, rulers zig-zag allah |
| Get my money off the hook like I’m Abdul-Jabar |
| Get my money off the book like Steve Paul |
| Then fall, act hard, but they livin |
| They think like a man, but act like they women |
| I never trust a broad with that in God trust only trust in God |
| Look at me, I’m what these little haters wanna be |
| I’m your man, 50 grand and I keep it a hundred G |
| I’m that block on fire, it’s like a hundred and three |
| Rappers come a dime a dozen but they don’t come in tha peace |
| I only need a few raps when you comin with cheese |
| And the people you come up with, they be comin to me |
| We got the city under siege |
| Where the tightest ladies |
| Wear the tightest dungarees |