| Song | Six Tray |
| Artist | Freestyle Fellowship |
| Album | Inner City Griots |
| 作词 : Davis, Earthquake Brothers | |
| (feat. P.E.A.C.E.) | |
| (where my keys at?) | |
| Six tray... | |
| Six tray... | |
| No joke | |
| Six tray, well hey, what do you say today? | |
| Some ol' silly ass fools I'll spray | |
| Now I wanna cruise some schools | |
| Like what you can, be cool | |
| Fast up Texas ?? fool | |
| Blue eyed devil killer | |
| Black man, a nine millimeter | |
| In a presidents residence false evidence is evident | |
| Black six tray, who | |
| Out of shape, out of date girls | |
| Nigga's way cool | |
| Six tray, well hey, what do you say today? | |
| Some ol' silly ass fools I'll spray | |
| Hittin' switches on Crenshaw | |
| Let me tell you what I saw | |
| Had a fight, hit a nigga, socked him in the jaw | |
| Now my head is swolled, damn this waters cold | |
| Maybe I shouldn't have attacked | |
| Nah, fuck that | |
| Six tray | |
| We can cruisin' in my six tray [x2] | |
| G, it all started at birth | |
| I wanted to see how much my hood was worth | |
| Was born to be a child of voodoo | |
| Do as I do, follow and move you | |
| To the rhythm blues with a blue-r curse | |
| Sunken in rib cage, a point blank range | |
| Blow from a twelve gage, better get him a nurse | |
| Split second too late, brown hearse | |
| Right door second, left door first | |
| I noticed my flaw in a plan | |
| Everything was rehearsed | |
| Two knocks on the door, but they did everything twice | |
| Received the device, two pairs of latex gloves | |
| A scalpel, a rich knife | |
| Looked at each other and said let's get it on | |
| Strapped the body down, checked the temperature | |
| To see if it was warm | |
| Stick man sculpture on front side | |
| Skin splits in two, reveal insides | |
| Now it was a homicide | |
| As it drove away, I heard bullets ricochet | |
| And a hell of a skid marks left from the six tray | |
| See 'em off, give me a call | |
| And we can roam, we can roll in my six tray | |
| ????, give me a call | |
| And we can roam, we can roll in my six tray | |
| We can cruisin' in my six tray | |
| We can cruisin' in my six tray | |
| Anywhere, anytime, any day | |
| We can cruisin' in my six tray | |
| Yo, so if you ever, if you ever | |
| See a tray rolled up with the lights out, | |
| Smoke coming out of the window | |
| You better lay the fuck down and run | |
| This is a six tray | |
| We can cruisin' in my six tray [x4] | |
| : | |
| Point blank- point blank range | |
| Better lay the fuck down and run | |
| Blow from a twelve gage, a point blank range | |
| There was a sign that said, six tray | |
| Blow from a twelve gage, a point blank range | |
| Better lay the fuck down and run, this is a six tray | |
| Blow from a twelve gage, a point blank range | |
| There was a sign that said, this is a six tray | |
| Aw shit, I left the radio on |
| zuò cí : Davis, Earthquake Brothers | |
| feat. P. E. A. C. E. | |
| where my keys at? | |
| Six tray... | |
| Six tray... | |
| No joke | |
| Six tray, well hey, what do you say today? | |
| Some ol' silly ass fools I' ll spray | |
| Now I wanna cruise some schools | |
| Like what you can, be cool | |
| Fast up Texas nbsp?? fool | |
| Blue eyed devil killer | |
| Black man, a nine millimeter | |
| In a presidents residence false evidence is evident | |
| Black six tray, who | |
| Out of shape, out of date girls | |
| Nigga' s way cool | |
| Six tray, well hey, what do you say today? | |
| Some ol' silly ass fools I' ll spray | |
| Hittin' switches on Crenshaw | |
| Let me tell you what I saw | |
| Had a fight, hit a nigga, socked him in the jaw | |
| Now my head is swolled, damn this waters cold | |
| Maybe I shouldn' t have attacked | |
| Nah, fuck that | |
| Six tray | |
| We can cruisin' in my six tray x2 | |
| G, it all started at birth | |
| I wanted to see how much my hood was worth | |
| Was born to be a child of voodoo | |
| Do as I do, follow and move you | |
| To the rhythm blues with a bluer curse | |
| Sunken in rib cage, a point blank range | |
| Blow from a twelve gage, better get him a nurse | |
| Split second too late, brown hearse | |
| Right door second, left door first | |
| I noticed my flaw in a plan | |
| Everything was rehearsed | |
| Two knocks on the door, but they did everything twice | |
| Received the device, two pairs of latex gloves | |
| A scalpel, a rich knife | |
| Looked at each other and said let' s get it on | |
| Strapped the body down, checked the temperature | |
| To see if it was warm | |
| Stick man sculpture on front side | |
| Skin splits in two, reveal insides | |
| Now it was a homicide | |
| As it drove away, I heard bullets ricochet | |
| And a hell of a skid marks left from the six tray | |
| See ' em off, give me a call | |
| And we can roam, we can roll in my six tray | |
| ????, give me a call | |
| And we can roam, we can roll in my six tray | |
| We can cruisin' in my six tray | |
| We can cruisin' in my six tray | |
| Anywhere, anytime, any day | |
| We can cruisin' in my six tray | |
| Yo, so if you ever, if you ever | |
| See a tray rolled up with the lights out, | |
| Smoke coming out of the window | |
| You better lay the fuck down and run | |
| This is a six tray | |
| We can cruisin' in my six tray x4 | |
| : | |
| Point blank point blank range | |
| Better lay the fuck down and run | |
| Blow from a twelve gage, a point blank range | |
| There was a sign that said, six tray | |
| Blow from a twelve gage, a point blank range | |
| Better lay the fuck down and run, this is a six tray | |
| Blow from a twelve gage, a point blank range | |
| There was a sign that said, this is a six tray | |
| Aw shit, I left the radio on |