Lyrics:
sport
I get signals from the source
I can twist and it contorts
I just feel like I'm a Porsche
I'm Carrera, era-era-era-era-era-era
lions hold my weight
4wd it's gone be hard to catch me slipping
Kentucky boy but I ain't from Richmond
City life the bikes come out
The pipes is out
Porsche 911 Carrera the sport
I whip through the city fuck hoes in resorts
In the house with the powder the soda the fork
Im whippin' a chicken like
Can you name the truck with four wheel drive,
smells like a steak and seats thirty-five..
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Well, it goes real slow with
Carrera's A Predator
Collector Of The Best Of The Ericas, Rebeccas, Etc...Set In My Way)
One For The Money
And Two For The Base
Three For The Bail
J’écris mon histoire sur une page noir
Rien qu’on vise le but
Je vais les traumatiser dans les couloirs
Allez cavalez bande de pute
Il me faut 4 5
I live in the Merchant City, drive 4x4
I eat MNS, it tastes of nothing
Oh I taste of nothing
I am the New Scottish Gentry
Anglified vowels, sub
I hate watching football games, baseball is so fuckin' lame,
TV sports they all suck shit, Howard Cosell is a wimp
Chorus: I hate sports x4
I hate
you and me in our sport utility vehicles
Crusin' to 7-11 for a bag of Frito lays
Oh, you and me in our sport utility vehicles
We'll slam into four wheel
a four door, old Carrera with the drop
I been in the trenches with three niggas called pork and beans
Chillin' with the Zoes, that's my family, they my
(Chuck D sample: "Hear my jam with the funky piano") [scratched 4x]
Straight from Brooklyn from out the projects
it's DJ Scratch so girls
Where they fucking invented the
Sport and after
The 4th round, he's 18 under par
And there's only 18 fucking
Holes and all the old men going, "Oh, my God
esto es Vida Rockstar, esto es Le Clique, La Presión
Aquí las babie' son sport, son sport
Son sport, son sport, son sport
Cogemo' tu renta y la
to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy
You're moving much too slow
I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his ring, four bucks in
to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy
You're moving much too slow
I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his ring, four bucks in
signs like they don't matter, uh
Hater talkin' never made me mad
Never that, not when I'm in my favorite papertag
Therefore, G4's at the Clearport
carrera pau, pau, pau
Carrito rojo de carrera pau, pau, pau
Carrito rojo de carrera pau, pau, pau
Carrito rojo de carrera one, Two, Three, four
Yo tenia un
and call you
The mean time, I'll sport my brand new fashion
Of waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon
You need him, I could be him
I could be
At least that's the way the story goes
Frankie bought everything for Johnny
From his sports car to his Ivy League clothes
Oh, he was a man alright
Oh,
and call you
The mean time, I'll sport my brand new fashion
Of waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon
You need him, I could be him
I could be
bankroll just won't fold (nope)
Goddamn them hundreds too old (oh)
Gettin' money my favorite sport (yeah)
Carrera my favorite Porsche (yeah)
Beaucoup
sports
Not even on resort
Using all your resource
To try and win with me course
And now we're playing tennis
I beat you in a minute
Asking where my head is
all fight and then all hug
Like damn daddy got a ball court
I'm like damn daddy got a four wheeler
Damn daddy got a sports car
Damn daddy been wanting
Wow
Heard what mans said
Treating rap like sport
Eyes on the scoreboard
Three series is a sport
All black in four door
They don't do enough
Me
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