Lyrics:
stuck car horn
But the sound stayed in my head
And it wouldn’t let me go that stuck car horn
‘just kept blowing that same phantom note
Until everything
Yuh, I love that little baddy, she be ridin' on my lap, yuh
She my bunny girl, yeah you know she hella bad, like woah
She carry the dual berettas
I'm
sex pistol just to get me paid
Got a death note page and I wrote my name
So I can sell my soul if it gives me fame
I just got horns like the devil
and the horn don't blow
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio
I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash
A little bobbin' dog watchin'
waving my arms blocking yo storms
in back pack I got all the horns
stuff it in the back and I beep my horn
cuz I am out
you thirsty trout
I’m not
nothin' wrong with the radio
She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work and the horn
nothin' wrong with the radio
She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work and the horn
and they styles is hekka unique
High speed chase's and running lights
Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes
[Chorus]
Four barrel carburetor, four
Here comes the horns of the apocalypse
Makin' you think about all that you did
These are the horns of the apocalypse
Makin' you realize that all you
flow's always eating up the notes
Breaking the controls so I take them to my shows
The drum's ZeaLouS1 'bout to make my head explode
Boom! a headshot
and they styles is hekka unique
High speed chase's and running lights
Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes
[Chorus]
Four barrel carburetor, four
Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes
Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune
Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes
Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune
Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes
Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune
Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes
Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune
working wood wheel
Start the DTS because I just wrecked the Seville
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
Deuces on the Buick put them horns up in
Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes
Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune
Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes
Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune
Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes
Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune
Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Water in the duals make loud glass pack
Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown
Bought a set of vogues
Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back
Water in the duals make loud glass pack
Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown
Bought a set
Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes
Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune
the Auto Reverse!
We got Sansui, Hi-fi shelf system
Dual tape deck with the Auto Reverse!
Sports Walkman, bright yellow, waterproof
Bass boost with the
Ok,
float
At the core notes make the chord show
You must of forgot
Prince sick like a sore throat
Your horns poke and I'm face froze
But I cant go changing
.jpg/199px-EEF_2011_-_Dual_Core_(5500705857).jpg "Dual Core, c64, int eighty")
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