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Yeah.. we gon' send this one out to e'rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship |
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Let's ride [Chorus] |
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Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you [x3] [Luda] |
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It's get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let's roll! [Ludacris] |
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Yess; Seven cars, eight cribs, and ain't a damn thang changed |
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Still pumpin' ten kickers, still grippin' the grain |
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Still candy in the paint, still ridin' them thangs |
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Most of my folks would same |
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I'm happy, but |
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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 automobiles got these neighbors screaming "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 cuz |
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I can't hold my five hundred horses |
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Lamborginis and |
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Porches, Ferraris and |
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Vipers I'mm wipe the seats wit' you drool, and rub the hood wit 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 yout seatbelts on, go put ya money up |
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Go put your life on the line, go put ya honey up |
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Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys |
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It's time to play, or better yet brand out the toys; we goin' [Chorus] [Dolla Boy] |
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I'm in a S |
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S Super Sport, with the |
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Four Fifty |
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Four .45th on the seat, don't get yourself supersoaked |
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Dependin' on the weather, it may vary - whatever though |
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Catch me slammin' |
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Escalade, |
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Cadillac, to |
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Chevy do's |
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And hope I don't, and pull out the |
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Range Rover |
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The color of coke and snow, |
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I blew out the brains on ya |
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Blew out the game on em', became a misfit |
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Shame on a nigga, the 726s wouldn't fit |
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I'm ridin', |
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I'm high, and |
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I'm glidin, |
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I'm lyin', |
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I'm flyin', |
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I'm doin 190, it's gon cost to catch us |
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You see that these diamonds are shinin', and blingin' and blindin', so let me remind ya it's gon cost to catch up |
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Who's next up? - |
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That's us, flow leave you breathless |
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Pedal to the flo', truck seat won't let up |
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But if you out ridin' deuces or better |
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Slow down so them girls can't sweat ya, and let the car go [Chorus] [Bridge x4: Titi Boi] + (Dolla Boy) |
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Assign your name in the skreet (sign your name in the skreet) [Tity Boi] |
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I got two miles an hour, so everbody see me |
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Twenty fours, twenty sixes, twenty eights! |
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And my rims so big, you would think that is was 3 |
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D Wait' til you see my paint, |
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I ride around the |
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A, With 'bout half a tank; |
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I'm startin' to make so much money, |
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I work half a day - |
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I got cash in the safe |
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I got cash right here, |
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I'm hard to get my swipe on |
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And I look like a chandalleur with all this ice on |
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Pull out the (?) shoot |
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Catch me blowin' out kush of the roof of the seven deuce |
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Ridin' hella hoes (hella!) elevador do's (hella) |
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Gator on the seat (And?) mink on the flo's |
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If a hater wanna creep, |
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I got that thing by the do' |
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And if my chirp go beep, then my thang gon' blow |
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Playaz Circle - |
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Titi Boi ridin' on skinny wheels |
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Bout to trade in the |
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Quarter til eight, and get the ten till [Chorus x2] |