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YeahYa drive a |
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Chevy nowYeah, |
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I'm ready now |
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The car's stolen baby |
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But I'm rollin baby[Hook: Jasper] |
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Cadillacs to |
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CutlassRegals, |
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Pontiacs and |
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Chevrolets |
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We ride, we ride |
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Chevrolets ('let's) |
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Chevrolets ('let's), |
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Chevrolets ('let's) |
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Cadillacs to |
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CutlassRegals, |
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Pontiacs and |
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Chevrolets |
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We ride, we ride |
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Chevrolets ('let's) |
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Chevrolets ('let's), |
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Chevrolets ('let's)[Verse 1: David Banner] |
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I got a big '67 ' |
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Lac Coupe |
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DeVilleMississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel |
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That motherfucka change colors like a lizard and shit55 ridin south, gettin head from a bitch |
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Matter fact, yo bitch, nigga love it and check it |
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She like leather to the ass, so |
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I love to ride naked |
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Right, bang her in the pussy, baby how that feel? |
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Left hand, swangin free, grippin wood on the wheel |
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Then I smack her on the ass man, and jump in the |
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RegalI got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west, wiggle |
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Ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy |
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I get back, later on ya bitch is washin my |
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CaddySpit-shine, waxed up, |
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Armor-All on the tire |
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Ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire |
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That's where a nigga ride, in the south |
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You taste a nigga dick, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth |
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Ya weak bitch![Hook][Verse 2: Bun B] |
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Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the quarter |
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Fuck with juice, smoke, and water |
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Actin bad with'cha daughter |
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Like a real nigga ought'a |
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What her-what her momma taught her |
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Keep ya boys toes curled up |
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But man she be-man she be fuckin ya boy world up |
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I'm thowed in the streets |
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I'm thow-thowed in the game |
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I rock-rock bizintine |
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Stay blow-blowed in the brain |
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I'm grippin-grippin on the grain |
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Like a real south-sider |
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I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders |
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Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin |
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You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin |
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Bump back-bump back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide |
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Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go |
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Chrys'a-Chrys' about to po' |
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You know we-know we got the g's |
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Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the cheese |
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So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth |
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We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby[Hook][Verse 3: Mannie Fresh (Screwed voice)] |
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Four-fifty-four (Big-block, red stripes-stripes) |
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Comin through this bitch with them loud ass pipes-pipes(Any nigga wanna come and get it) |
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Please-please |
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Breeze by yo ass, with the motherfuckin ease |
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In the middle of the dark and |
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Interstate sparkin |
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Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin |
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Pass by the crowd, music real loud(Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound) |
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Then I do it real good, diamonds on the wood |
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Oh pissy-ass, sissy-ass lame wish he could |
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Ride like that, "Diamond in the Back" |
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Moon-roof top, |
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Brougham Cadillac |
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Then I pass in my |
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Cut' dawg, screamin out (Fuck y'all) |
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Roll down the window, hey! |
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Let a pimp pluck off |
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Acious Clacious |
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Clay has returned |
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In a Super- |
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Sport Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo![Hook] |
