作词 : B. Scott/C. Henry/M. Adams/W. Hughes/J. Chambers 作曲 : B. Scott/C. Henry/M. Adams/W. Hughes/J. Chambers Yo, feelin' easy like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' like some blades Play her like a pimp typa *****, ain't me With the tint 35 percent so ya can't see Fish scales shotgun, pass the L to big V Flip Flop candy, lookin' so wet it drip drop From the tip top, chrome double duce Make a ***** stop, jaw drop ballin' off this hip hop On a budget back an' forth from KentuckyWe them type of *****s that crack corn in a bucket A hundred an' ninety spoke, goddamn Look but don't touch it ,we comin' down I-65, Nappy an' company Vertical grills on the Cadillac, we so real Skinny Deville, return like a bat out of HellHell, don't ya think Nappy Roots comin' as well Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch an' Fish Scales, yeah My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes My candy paint straight from the honeycomb Wood grain interior leather an' chrome Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on Hey, yo, that's my cab, jumped out leavin' a tab Hold on man, we'll discuss that later B. jumped out like, "***** that hater" Fell in the Aspen, rotten like MartinTwo white dudes, one looked like Matt Harprin Later on he's eatin' an' ball in CleavlandAn' I jumped out like, "***** your season" Van Dam woke up in the grand am Real hot, no air for the car jam Twenty inches ride both on probes Look nice Chevrolet on pipes Keep Chevy tint that twinkle so bright B.O.B, I'ma ball on budget Pumped out two, thou on the '***** cutlass, ***** Nah, you can't ride, I'm selfish Ain't too many ho's wanna touch this velvet My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes My candy paint straight from the honeycomb Wood grain interior leather an' chrome Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on Hop in with me, we 'bout to leave You gotta pop it, I drope a dollar in ya pocket Gas up the crotch, rocket pass up, the cops blocked it Hey B. Stille, can I role with you an' Prophet?Extra clean you can't tell me nean Drop the top, showin' off for the summa' Cause the Cadillac stretch on dem bow legged stillets Where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette Bubble coat primers, chrome spiders inside us Big enough for my team an' a couple of trainers But it hold no minors, that's major Wood grain an' ya get deep beater's big features Feel boom from the beats in my big speakers It's on in my seats an' my signature Don't throw dirt on my name, no *****rt as I leanOut the window pane, you hear the country boy sang My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes My candy paint straight from the honeycomb Wood grain interior leather an' chrome Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on
作词 : B. Scott/C. Henry/M. Adams/W. Hughes/J. Chambers 作曲 : B. Scott/C. Henry/M. Adams/W. Hughes/J. Chambers Yo, feelin' easy like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' like some blades Play her like a pimp typa *****, ain't me With the tint 35 percent so ya can't see Fish scales shotgun, pass the L to big V Flip Flop candy, lookin' so wet it drip drop From the tip top, chrome double duce Make a ***** stop, jaw drop ballin' off this hip hop On a budget back an' forth from KentuckyWe them type of *****s that crack corn in a bucket A hundred an' ninety spoke, goddamn Look but don't touch it ,we comin' down I-65, Nappy an' company Vertical grills on the Cadillac, we so real Skinny Deville, return like a bat out of HellHell, don't ya think Nappy Roots comin' as well Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch an' Fish Scales, yeah My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes My candy paint straight from the honeycomb Wood grain interior leather an' chrome Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on Hey, yo, that's my cab, jumped out leavin' a tab Hold on man, we'll discuss that later B. jumped out like, "***** that hater" Fell in the Aspen, rotten like MartinTwo white dudes, one looked like Matt Harprin Later on he's eatin' an' ball in CleavlandAn' I jumped out like, "***** your season" Van Dam woke up in the grand am Real hot, no air for the car jam Twenty inches ride both on probes Look nice Chevrolet on pipes Keep Chevy tint that twinkle so bright B.O.B, I'ma ball on budget Pumped out two, thou on the '***** cutlass, ***** Nah, you can't ride, I'm selfish Ain't too many ho's wanna touch this velvet My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes My candy paint straight from the honeycomb Wood grain interior leather an' chrome Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on Hop in with me, we 'bout to leave You gotta pop it, I drope a dollar in ya pocket Gas up the crotch, rocket pass up, the cops blocked it Hey B. Stille, can I role with you an' Prophet?Extra clean you can't tell me nean Drop the top, showin' off for the summa' Cause the Cadillac stretch on dem bow legged stillets Where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette Bubble coat primers, chrome spiders inside us Big enough for my team an' a couple of trainers But it hold no minors, that's major Wood grain an' ya get deep beater's big features Feel boom from the beats in my big speakers It's on in my seats an' my signature Don't throw dirt on my name, no *****rt as I leanOut the window pane, you hear the country boy sang My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes My candy paint straight from the honeycomb Wood grain interior leather an' chrome Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on
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