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is drive trucks
That make a lot of noise
Doing donuts
In the mud
Call it riding joy
Not afraid to get stuck
My truck's a giant toy
And I'm a country

to hear him play
Each man standing in that line is here to stuff his face

Cause he’s working on a food truck with that four year degree
Gettin’ stiffed by

this bitch
Cover girl givin' face to the Crip
Somethin' 'bout a nigga on the way to the chips
High off the money and I'm wasted as shit
High off

Big truck in the winter
Big truck in the summer
Big truck for the winners
I feel sorry for your mother

Big truck a we thing
Big truck when we crawl

And that's all she wrote
Last thing they ever seen was the
Glare off the clear coat

My black truck's a black tank
Needle buried in the dash
I'm in

lackin' off the gin
I'm finna hit they ass with gin
Hit his face, came out through his chin
Niggas frenemies, we ain't really friends
Niggas frenemies, we

What You Think All the Guns Is For?

Truck Turner

The Corruptor [Original Soundtrack]

1999

{*sound of engine being started and revved as vehicle pulls off*}
"My click airtight" -> Mobb Deep {*1}
[Truck Turner]
Yeah, Truck Turner baby

would talk tough, ooh Wish you would think it was a bluff Nigga, two head shots to your body, slumped You be laid out, face down, arms still up Lookin'

ed
In a dump truck get his ugly
Mug out of my face

Hey hey hey it's OG Loc, homie
And I'm gonna kick it a
Little something like this
Hey yo, when I

Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"

Aye, man, y'all know what

uh
Get up off my dick
Face it you basic we skip through your playlist
You spending yo time getting faded go work on your craft
Tryna be lit when you

Gadsden, Alabama

My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids

Thank you Fizzle smoov, Whats good baby?

Knuck if you buck and get fucked over
Taking food off yo' plate nigga lunch over
This a rich nigga session

a bitch off like a shape up
How we linked up on Facebook
Niggas talking shit get yo face cut
(Woah)
Niggas talking shit get yo face cut
I'm the nigga in

much food cuz your jeans'll pop
I really hate it when you bend over

she had a big 'ol butt, butt, butt
thighs like a truck, truck, truck
baby hide your

Certified Gangsta

Cam'ron

On My Way to Church [Clean]

2004

fall off
An' the first bastard get fly
You know blad blad blad, was my reply

89 Wolf Pack an' we wylin'
P 89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit
Yeah, we

truck, me 'fore he deliver (forever, forever)
Don't nobody nobody fuck with my shipments
Off all the sippers, niggas run off 'round I'm Christmas (oh,

oh
I just chill 'em eighteen, y'all all

Brass Barbies clashing glasses of scotch
White linin' off the mirror, 8 ballin'
Calling grape schnapps pretty

a block off the back end
(Tell my Brinks truck pull up)
Watch my money influx
Two toned touch
Blue faces
Money clip Tucked
Red faces
Rolls fits in my cup

to clean off the grime
From the plates, the cups, the saucers too
And then I was left face to face with you
Food that got caught in the food trap
Why did you

or you get baked off the eights & quarters?
But keep our secret safe cause Jake tryna make a quota
Crown rollie with the black face
It's less about race

the beat like street food
From a taco truck
That's crack nigga
It's hang time like dread locks
We locked in like house fire
Y'all niggas just bitch made

Food, Clothes, Medicine

Aesop Rock

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

2005

(Food clothes medicine)

Heh, so y'all know it's nearly a hundred and ten degrees in this f***in' vulgar room domain.
Got the motherf***in' face

appetite
My dawg told me keep on excellin', but I was scared of heights
They all went to heaven like stars amongst the moonlight
When y'all makin' food truck