Lyrics:
underneath the hood
With A 2 speed trans called a Powerglide
Not too many horses just one-oh-five
The gauges all worked And the heater would blow
I took my
Uh, ah, uh uhh, hahaha
Check it out
Flipmode squad
Raw deluxe shit
'98
Check it out
I be the street shit, the nigga your mama freak with
Put
man, your story's a joke,
You should package it with a last smoke and 6 feet of rope",
And she know 5 chores, more coke and all fours,
Said "leave me
Uh ah ah oH, ah ah ah
Check it out
Flipmode Squad, ´98
Raw deluxe, check it out y´all
I be the street kid, the brother your momma freak wit
Put your
of foxy women (okay)
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid (uh huh)
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist (what?)
Cruise in my Lexus Land
proper
And enough for one key I
See seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti
He hit five straight points
We
know we drug related
Five birdies made a play for three
Left one with queen now we updated
Riding dirty ten oh eight on me
In the HOV got me frustrated
with fifty shots
Sharp darts, and it pop pop like tarts
Extreme speed like Anakin inside the Pod
Headed for the finish line, BOODOO, watch Bobby cross
of bed rest
You've been a passenger of a high speed crash with a wild style fashioner
Dark skinned ambassador, chiropractor with a passion
For
not from the 5th
Try to back Door me I'm Upping The K
Niggas be Snake I can't fuck with the fake
Blue and Whites on me im Snatching Away
Doing 200
of foxy women (okay)
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid (uh huh)
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist (what?)
Cruise in my Lexus Land
clutch the 5-speed and bust
The more the merrier, secure the area, my la familia
Is ultimate superior we don't jack cars
We jack for aircraft carriers
I
Your turn, you get them bitches, slang this
So Icy Boy, nigga
Down with Big Wop (brrt)
Ho, I pop a Perc', I'm up 'bout six blunts
Got rich in
to the pain speed in the rain
Amg package i'll never change
Smoking a salad hash with the dank
Wasted your talent damn what a shame yeah
V how you been I'm
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
(Coach me Joey)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up Babyface?
Yeah
Yeah, fifty-five hundred
(I feel amazin')
Big general
Ayy, pink 10s, bring a friend
(Coach me Joey)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up Babyface?
Yeah
Yeah, fifty-five hundred
(I feel amazin')
Big general
Ayy, pink 10s, bring a friend
action
I keep my head low with this gun out
In this fatal attraction
I put cocaine in the package
She was raised in the madness
Death and hurt what come
delt with a real one
Have you delt with a real one
Feeding you right
Eating you right
Planting some seeds
Meteorite
Speed of light
Giving you life
Coming
20 bus stops
With an average of 6 people per stop
5 lorries each with a passenger
One of which exchanged a Yorkie Bar
Weighing an ounce for 12
be at the spot chillin
While you're stealin
Niggas is still walkin Rasco is four wheelin
Only built for speed yes indeed
27 years old
it in plastic, then I package it
Mohammed need bricks up in Africa
Go to California, we smoking medicals
Trap professional, money all over my schedule
to get drunk
Steve V coming bold with another slam dunk
King Kong bass put the bang in your trunk
That shit bump
Man we looking for that skunk
I live like
The total package, the real total package, mean Gene, is right here
But his name is Buff, and he is the stuff
Yo, I don't think it get doper than
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