Lyrics:
420 SPECIAL, 420 SPECIAL
420 SPECIAL, 420 SPECIAL
S.R. that spell "Essare"
Ridin' down town, got my slime in the front
Hand on the wheel, hand on my
My pesci on the wheel
But this hopper on the front seat
(chopper on the front seat) who's strap
(we strap) , who's strap (we strap)
You got yours now
to day)
New man day to day, yuh
(New man day to day)
She want a brand deal, she want that mass appeal
She want the new wheels, she don’t want none to feel
in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky but funky
But
wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky but funky
But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging
I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggas won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggas gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'
"Back, front back,
can't no DJ get rap like my muthafuckin' nigga Evil E
So right about now I'ma give him the muthafuckin' microphone
I'ma get behind the wheels and we gon'
votes
(or, in places where they don't get to vote, to control unwanted forms of
mass behavior).
Environmental laws were not passed to protect our air
I got two wheels, two pedals
I got two wheels, two pedals
Rarely see me without speaker
Rarely see me feeding meter
In the pack I'm the front, I'm
The letter said he was reported dead
Near the front lines he'd been found
A mine blew his jeep into a twisted heep
And I still hear the sound
Of the wheel
my words as a mass weapon
I wonder what if all my thoughts i have written
Would i be motivated and so driven
In the front seat behind the wheel i have
he was reported dead
Near the front lines he'd been found
A mine blew his jeep into a twisted heep
And I still hear the sound
Of the wheel that kept
complaining
Online that I sound to foreign
Morning mass with the priest confessing
Your bitch in my DM texting
Haters mad that I've gon far
Blew up too fast
Dibble in the building
I’m here to spin that wheel
Stack chips, grab mass appeal
You can put your money where you want, your call
But to invest
wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Low hum of voices in the front seat
Stories nobody knows
Got folks
wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Low hum of voices in the front seat
Stories nobody knows
Got folks
don't front)
It's like a massacre when mass occur
I got a massive urge but I had to learn
Heard you had it on lock so I pass the word
I stash
making all the money
HA HA HA HA HA
[JD]
While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels
Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal
Lettin' champagne spills
While y'all drive match box,
I push the hot wheels,
Don chichi wit' da mass appeal,
Lettin' champagne spill,
From my house to my grill, see,
All
(Must come down)
To this front (Must come down)
From the back to the front, front back to the side (To the side)
I'ma come down while my 5th wheel rise
to fin' I can, better my wheels
Like, literally, my daughters is chill
Like, I can't believe my house on the hill (suu)
Like, I can't believe that
'
Look at my motherfuckin' wheels
Look at my motherfuckin' wheels
Look at my motherfuckin' wheels
Look at my motherfuckin' wheels
You ain't got to front
of the manchu clan
and five elements posture take a b-boy stand
with the gold front shinin, baggy pants saggin
this brooklyn stylin got the fly girls smilin
a be boy stance
With the gold front shinin', the baggy pants saggin'
This Brooklyn stylin' got the fly girls smilin'
But I'm climbin', findin' new ways
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