Lyrics:
"Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. Call One-four-oh, ring
V1
They make cell phones to call your friends
to pick you up at a half past ten
An half ton trucks to get you on down the road
And they make Texaco’s
tin can half ton pickup truck
Grinding through the gears
With a cooler full of basement brew
Save some for the cops
They'll be by when the night sweats
miles, one owner, half ton, two toner
When they ask me why I'm sellin'
Baby, I'll just tell 'em
I can't get the rearview off you, wanna rip the thing
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh, woo
come up ain't no holdin' us down
Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic
My black big truck half match my big truck jacket
Do shows and get paid when I
Have you ever seen fifteen people in the back of a half-ton?
Let me tell you girl, it happens.
A little more than often.
Have you ever seen
that ass and
Clean my truck yeah clean my truck
You little boy with a big bandana
Thin lips and a half-peeled banana
You ain't got the stamina to make it
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
witta half a ounce
I got them niggas in the back and they yellin' "HO!"
Punk niggas start runnin' like panty hose
Got the Sour Dies' waving up high in
to the door
Call a buddy that's what you got ten for
If you're thinkin' I'm a certified son of a gun
Haul a whole lotta country in my old half ton
Work
tons of cash (tons of cash, I'm just kidding)
Pillsbury Hill just got some more dill
I don't know how they grew it so fast, Bill
New truck
(New truck
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo
I'm drivin' a truck
Drivin' a big ol' truck
Pedal to the metal, hope I don't run out of luck
Rollin' down the highway until the break of dawn
too, yeah)
Now I do it for my son
Everybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)
No strap gon' get it done (Brrt)
Double back but bring a ton
its good to be gone)
Aint worried about the time, by the time I'm done
I'll have a few more miles on this half ton
I don't know where I'm headed or for
a million miles in my pickup truck
I've met a ton of girls, they want the same thing
They want to rip out your heart and then take names
I'd like to introduce
the same thing that's going down back home
We got a bunch people that have to know when the truck's full you can't pack the load
Got at least 12 tons in back
lyin')
Issa paintin' (bitch that's art), half a ticket (half a ticket)
Issa Kylie (whoa), might be Jenner (hol' up)
Issa jet, issa check
Issa savage,
hungry, death to these niggas who take from me
I rep for the ghetto and cities, states and countries
White t-shirts and blue dungaries, smokin' on a ton
I was down bad had to go get me bag
Flip me a whole from a half
Chopped it n half flooded the streets Wit the bag and
Sit the hoe right n the back
They say I gotta be half crazy to be doing what I do
I'm a slap happy, gear jamming coffee drinking, truck driving fool
I may have a little shimmy in
Let the money up
Like it's a ice cream truck
Bring me a Brinks truck
Bend a block
For that back end
Bet a block off the back end
(Tell my Brinks
at my axis. Rendering me sexless.
Mega-tons of muscle kicking dust across Texas.
Truck love! Out on the city limits
Drive straight into the eye
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