Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals, man To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin' Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals, man To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin'
In 1988, when my grandfather passed He left me a Monte Carlo and a large amount of cash It was, bubble gum blue with the leather plush seats And I just can't thank you enough for all the stuff that you done, G See my grandmother told me take care of the ride And always do your best to keep it clean inside So I just past the go and get the candy paint Leather white, outta sight, that made the girls faint See my partner, Eric, he got stereos And my partner, Steve got true and bolds And my dog, Black got european fronts And this nigga named Duke hook up all the humps I had a illegal Regal and it was so tight And if ya touch it then a whole civil war was gon' rise So I just count my blessings and I thank the lord For ghetto cars and these broads when times was so hard My grandfather lookin' and I'm ridin' straight Man, I got the Suburban swervin' with the 4 T.V.'s playin'
Hail baby, Cardion and the Kompressor 20 inch cyl-inders on the Lexus Hummer got sound that'll blow your eardrums Lotus with 4 pipes humph nigga, listen I ride Q5 on factory It don't matter, your ol' lady still after me My name gon' rang all over, dawg Cause I got 6 ties on the Range Rover, dawg Buy a nickel, baby, wha? Live on chrome Buy a nickel, baby, he get his shine on But, hold up, when I pass in the stretch They gotta catch they breath Fresh law, girl, weed hotter than a kitchen In a big Bourbon, VCR's, television El Camino's, twistin' on bees '87 Regals, Impala's, Cherokee's Expeditions, Benzes, Navigator, Humvee's What dawg? Cut dawg, on 17's Woood grain, 15 double o Me and Rabid on momos, lord, bless his soul Now we ridin' up the block, the Caravan Expeditions and Surburbans with the T.V.'s playin'
Fuckin' right, I used to play in MCT's Nowadays, Playboys ridin' Benzes Back in '87, Maniac mixed tapes Soniac Park, everyday, Super Sunday My homeboy Fresh, done changed the rims He gotta satellite on top to talk to out of state friends '88 was my year, 14 with 12 G's Monte Carlo's ridin' on 18's It's '98 and I done flipped the script Thangs that changed, Baby gotta lotta shit
I ain't gotta lie, nigga like me was ridin' the bus I been to the guy with CMR-ah A nigga was catchin' the cut Them bitches, they won't holla Them niggas, they mo' holla Got all the empower from people I get showered The woman on the porch sayin', Ain't that go Wayne, boy? That boy be on T.V. too, ain't that the same boy?" Yeah