Lyrics:
In a tinted black Benz with the seat low
Yeah, we've got the same whip
But are you a speed demon like me? No
East boy, South, filled E up
I be
niggaz, steady sprayin' niggaz, till the task forces roll up
In unmarked vehicles who will be layin' niggaz
Stretched out, focus, see you come back triple
at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
(Hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride
got me shy to speak
You the same dime piece that I saw last week
On the dancefloor, yo, the way you bligh
Make a club of thugs do the Electric Slide
at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
(Hey, Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride
(akinyele) - hook
You I'm from new york
And connected with my down south niggas
Here this year
My nigga rap bone came to tear the club up
Yo my
You make a club of thugs do the electric slide
Pretty in pink, come here, let me buy you a drink
Armaretta sour orders put us both in sync'
My name
Yea
Yea
Yea
Came in this bitch and I'm loaded
Electric car so you can't see the motor
Unfollowed that hoe
I ain't think she would notice
If you say
moving pictures,
When I just wish she would speak realistically so I'd believe
She's got lightning under her skin
And Jersey glows electric when she's in
hopping out a pearl white Bentley no longer hollering deuce now I'm the club posted up Smokin' spruce dranking on purple juice Niggas it's sealed up game
turn my vehicle beneath the river, west from south
Through the airwaves-
People never read the airwaves
Do we only feed the airwaves
I really
verdict out
20 years getting money in the dirty south
That's alleged, you see my niggas a stand up dude
So I'm yelling free my nigga
My nephew godfather
Everybody from New York, rappin' about my Adidas
And my chain, this, and this, and South Bronx and everything
I wanted to put my city on the map
shower posse in a spec of the drug games
Slaying niggas, steady spraying niggas, till the task forces roll up
In unmarked vehicles and will be laying
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'
Yo this is strictly a club record
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'
Yo this is strictly a club record
fast round this corner you can't catch me
You can't hear my whip when it's runnin' it's electric
Let the chips fall where they may 'cause I'm flexin
Take
I'm rolling up the drugs as she counting up her singles
She say dancing in the club is just a necessary evil
And shit I can't judge cause I got this
outs to my niggas in the south slangin' birds
Stackin da check up NiikeRasta I'm here
Ima young rich black electric engineer
Don't play wid me fool my
electric sliding in the club
All alone on a dirt road brew in the console
Hip hop pop lock country western rocky road R&B soul
with you mood got you grooving
the club
With a mean grip like Elektra (Brr)
Send a couple of y'all in front of the bubble
Let a couple of singles thinking
You Hollywood, now act up
(Damn)
you would try me
Be my Genie get you wacked off
For a pretty penny no south park
Going timmy with the semi
Going timmy with the semi
No south park bitch
DJ Spanish Fly what better place to start
Club No Name 4069 Lamar
Nuvo drips scratch the shit outta Triggerman mix
Ugly hoes in the parking lot trip
deserve every chain
Real nigga
Big gold chain with the big block
(The big block)
Run up in the club
With the stick high
(Stick high)
Get in my way
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