| Yeah. |
| we gon' send this one out
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| To e’rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship
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| Let’s ride
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| Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you
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| It’s get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let’s roll!
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| Yesss, 7 cars, 8 cribs and ain’t a damn thing changed
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| I’m still pumpin 10 kickers, still grippin the grain
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| Still candy in the paint, still ridin them thangs
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| And most my folks would say I’m happy but I still feel pain
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| Until I, jump in my ride, that’s my only escape
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| Me and my automobile’s got these neighbors screamin, «Gimme a break!»
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| It’s a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
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| Don’t be mad cause I can’t hold my 500 horses
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| Lamborghinis and Porsches, Ferraris and Vipers
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| I’mma wipe the seats witcho' drool then rub the hood with a diaper
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| Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank
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| I MEAN to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank
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| Go strap your seatbelts on, go put your money up
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| Go put your life on the line, go put your honey up
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| Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys
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| Time to play or better yet it’s time to bring out them toys
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| We goin
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| Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets)
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| Yo, one of my ways of releasin tension while I’m releasin some steam
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| Even if I just put a fresh coat of wax on I’m makin sure the slippers is clean
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| The 26's is mean, shut down the block, nigga picture the fiends
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| My system supreme, you can feel the knock, just picture the scene
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| The chickens just scream, whole crew ballin they sick of my team
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| We gettin the cream, I’m through hollerin, I’m livin my dream
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| I’m black with a scheme, won’t stop until that fat lady sings
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| And yeah it’s actual and factual what my faculty brings
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| A car show for whatever we slide and wherever we glide
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| You can keep your rules and regulations man cause we don’t abide
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| And we lookin alive, Mercedes Benz, 6 or the 5
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| In a Beamer, Lexus or Ac', we don’t know how to act when we drive
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| And I fiend for the ride, I lay back and lean to the side
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| Onlookers and turnin heads is all that’s seen through his eyes
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| I’m breezin on by, and no doubt, it’s easy to fly
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| But it’s even better when you slow down or ease to the side
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| And go
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| I’m ridin up in, GTO’s, and fo'-fo'-two's
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| Grand Prixs, S-S's cause we so so cool
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| Ridin Regals or the 'llacs, we in Chevelles and Verts
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| Skylarks, motorcycles, ATV’s with the works
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| Malibus and Camaros, T-Birds and Novas
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| Escalades, Navigators, Expeditions and Rovers
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| H-2's and Denalis, pickup trucks with the beams
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| Crown Vics, Monte Carlos, even Cutlass Supremes
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| Are goin
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| Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets) |