Lyrics:
teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under my window
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone
teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under my window
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone
Mistress said "I love you Chris"
Can't stand to see you kill yourself like this
He's talking on the car phone
From the driveway of his own home
but that wasn't enough
It had a car phone for when I wanted to reach out and touch
An alpine stereo the straight up rock
With 12" woofers you could
Mmm said get off your phone and drive your car
Yeah get off your phone and drive your car
Said get off your phone and drive your car
Said get off
was hard to figure out what to do all alone
But then I got it call the car phone
Fresh princes car
Yo thief bring my car back now before I bust your
smiling flash, talking trash under my window
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep
right in '86
Catch me on my car phone
While I drive slow
Catch me on my car phone
Vice City Nights
Vice City Nights
Livin' all the way
Vice City Nights
Life til the next life (Yeah)
Raw Creation always with the vibrations
Uh, swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody
to 60 in like 55
And matchin red rims but that wasn't enough
It had a car phone for when I
Wanted to reach out and touch
An Alpine stereo the straight up
you drew!
Ah come on baby...
Forget it you're tired!
If you want to call your mama you can use my car phone!
Yeah, your car phone, I'll phone
Runways to the jet lines
Taking flight into my next life
Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet life
Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin, Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet life over hoes, fuck how you took it, I'ma shoot you straight,
trash under your breath
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash under your window
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream
Money keep on piling'
Got this way from grindin', grindin'
Oh, baby I just want it all
Paintings on my wall
Car phone in my car, car
Oh, baby, I know you
Oops! Look, now I'm one prestige ahead of you
Don't mess with me, my phone got a car of it's own
Mann, you aren't that good, but why he dissing his
I've been mixing dark and light all night long, no telling what I got off in the styrofoam
Might drunk, text a bitch off bro phone,car full of drunk
the thick of the plot
I pulled up to the corner at the end of my block
That's when I saw this beautiful girlie girl walking
I picked up my car phone
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If you are calling from a car
like this
But that just be thing about these stars
You can never see em if they too far
Always splurging on the money and the cars
Phone DND until they
heartbreak but these girls won't leave
You can hit my car phone
Cz I'm coming really wavy baby, pardon
People fake like cartoons
Growing like a garden
And I'm
we stand
Plastic people plastic plan
Plastic water plastic land
Forget the sun the earth and the sea
All cars phones and coffee
Forget the town
Swung by on the car phone
Niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet life over hoes, fuck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight,
Anything you want babygirl
You know you
Got it
My house, my car, my shirt, my phone, my
Wallet (My Wallet)
Blowing up your line just to make them de
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