Lyrics:
Welcome to our club, we don't mind what you ride, be it sports-bike, cruiser or commuter
Classic, bagger, chopper, bobber, cafe-racer,
Cruisin' Whittier
Cruisin' Whittier is how we ended our afternoon
Cruisin' Whittier
California cruiser!
Cruisin' Whittier is how we ended our
That's right
I went from ashy to classy, to classic
Quarter million dollar car, you can't pass me
Haters can you hear me now, I can barely hear you
(You got them funny ass colors on, take it off)
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
(I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it
You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it
did it in the car
(they dont think its real)
when you look this good
(yes boy grab a feel)
this silicone bout to blow up
tryna keep it classic, while
Toyota Land Cruiser because
That bitch ain't never broke down on me, why would I do that to her?
Simple is it, symbolism, I'll pull up at a club
And might
and buy classic cars
And see classic tits at classic bars
Knoc steps in the spot and the girls all pause
Magic stick ill break down walls
Got my heat
The Champion
Donald: Welcome back on this glorious sunday afternoon
for the final round of the Enbuary classic.
The legendary Champion is now
and buy classic cars
And see classic tits at classic bars
Knoc steps in the spot and the girls all pause
Magic stick ill break down walls
Got my heat
the patience to study the game
Dr. Dre made two Chronics and this is Chronic Three
I make classic hits and buy classic cars
And see classic hoes at classic
downers, ride-arounders, blue oval, bowtie, mopar, classic car, open bar, don't drink and drive, rollin' rollin', motor show, LLC
It was hard to hear over
fucking rest dude..
(chorus)
we done pulled to the club..
i ain't going in,
I'm just bout to sit out on the car 'cause I'm fucked up.
we done pulled
the night
Roll one, I'ma light
Know I got the pack
2 cars in the front
1 in the back
Know that money stacked
Champagne's on ice
Do it once, do it twice
Bumpin in the car to them 90s classics
Goin hella fast and the musics blastin
Drive me out my mind like bel bivs posion
Baby now come on pop that
cruiser with a flux motor, vodka with the club soda
Ice in the cup holder, Bobby be that type of soldier
That I wouldn't fuck over, turn to a supernova
disco
Chicken ordered, no Crisco
My nigga David Blaine'd your chick
Disappear like, "Where did my bitch go?"
Them cars out in my gang too
Don't Tony Hawk
on Capri' Classic, Lacs, and trucks
And rule number one don't let them twinkys hit the curve
And if you need two more inches call them 'twity birds'
And it
line, I ain't never never had to wait
I'm the realest in this game, I ain't never had to fake
Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some
pumpin' as I pass these losers
Yo car too small, why? Cause I can't fit my women in a PT Cruiser
Get ya cake up, get ya weight up way up to the top 'til u
the MOB
If you fuck with one of us, the whole club about to squab
Your bitch gettin' shot, even your mama gettin' robbed
Fuck try'na hold haah, I sold rock,
cars, we blank (blank)
Only thing I'm rollin' up is tank, tank (gas tank)
I'm tryna get rid of this taste (taste)
No trust, I know they two-faced
line, I ain't never never had to wait
I'm the realest in this game, I ain't never had to fake
Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some
(*humming*)
[Chamillionaire]
Now she's mo-ving through the club, in her gangsta strut
Her weapon's loaded up, and now she's aiming to bust ow-ow
So
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