Lyrics:
High speed chase, 405 is the freeway
Slangin' my- bangin' my- swangin'
My Coupe de Ville scoop DeVille
Like that, right back, top of the hill
Wheel
High speed chase, 405 is the freeway
Slangin' my- bangin' my- swangin'
My Coupe de Ville scoop DeVille
Like that, right back, top of the hill
Wheel
what's a Coupe DeVille without
A set of Dana Danes?
So I rushed 'em with the quickness and
I put 'em on the Coupe
Smokin' weed, servin' cavi
Now I know how
Coupe DeVille?
Chill, as I take you on a trip
Where them niggas ride and slide, you know about the East Side
Niggas like myself here to show you where
Coupe DeVille?
Chill, as I take you on a trip
Where them niggas ride and slide, you know about the East Side
Niggas like myself here to show you where
to cause ruckus/
Used to run their mouth. Now they ain't sayin' nothin'/
Y'all can't say nothin' nothin' nothin'/
Can't say nothin' nothin' nothin'/
Y'all
ain't nothin but beginners, and y'all in the game
But y'all can't ball like Chicago centers
This is it niggaz, get your grip niggaz
It's about
ain't see me
Nothin' like these niggas, I'm alien, E.T. (E.T.)
Ice on my neck poppin' out like 3D, yeah (ice)
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me on my
Throwin' up B's, but my pockets on Crip
Tell the bank I want the hundreds with strips
Told that bitch I don't wanna hear nothin', just strip
Ain't tryna
ain't nothin but beginners, and y'all in the game
But y'all can't ball like Chicago centers
This is it niggaz, get your grip niggaz
It's about
L.A. the six-four is ill
When I'm in the A-T-L it's the Coupe DeVille
When I'm down in Miami, I'm hoppin through
With the all black Ninja with
room
Smellin' like liquor and a lover's perfume
Standing by the gravesite, mama was a wreck
Till the State-Farm man, handed her a fat check
nothin'
The big axe is Paul Bunyan
Blood splatter from his bladder
Docs was all buggin'
Like, "We knew he was bold
But can't believe the gall of him"
Bitch,
There's a job in honky tonk on the county line
I go to lose my sanity
Ain't no trouble at all, there's a sign on the wall
No guns, no profanity
[B. Stille]
Man, I'm gettin tired of runnin and duckin, quit runnin then
Especially when I ain't did nothin, do somethin then
Out here in these cold
and Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain
Steerin' wheel for real (real), you can go on chill out
and Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain
Steerin' wheel for real (real), you can go on chill out
nothin' lasts forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
nigga
Now I got to change, you ain't got nothin' to do with me
I'm goin' to Hell, nigga
My baby mama don't fuck with me no more
Can't my thug with
name
They know within me there burns a flame
That I'm MC man, headed straight for fame
I got a Coupe DeVille, diamond rings
I even got fur coats
a skit
I put rappers in boxes, this shit is a gift
I'm feeling like Birdie off Above the Rim
But I'm Thomas Sheppard, you niggas just Flip
I do not
hit one, two, three ain't no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions
better come with the payment (uh)
Ain't nothin' just to knock somethin' off (knock somethin')
Top floor sittin' like a boss (top)
Brrt, there go
nunchucks
Waiting on some free prints off pretty little dumb sluts
Smoochin' on the phone like we're cuffed up
And if you ain't got a TEC then that blue
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