Lyrics:
and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and Cadillac's
and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When
straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and Cadillac's
When
He just might go all the way
Goin goin, long gone
first, second, third, Home
Oakland, Athletic fit ballin
Four quarters, nine innings im as good
the top off my new car, ain't no fear in my heart
Haiti shots and this new chopper 69'd ya broad
LeBron went back to Cleveland, I should buy a crib
But this
We don't do relationships
We'd rather have a fling,
My jeans and my shoes worth
More than a grand
40-thousand in the car
Keep em closer at hand,
ebami ki ebimi ni ile
Maleek Berry
Early morning we go celebrate
Super C
Ha ha ha nana nana
Awa na ti de atun bal
Atun ra motor
Awa na ti de atun
Okay ba mi ki ebi mi ninu le (Maleek berry)
Early morning we go celebrate (Super C)
Awa na ti dey
A tun bo a tun ra motor
Awa na ti dey
A tun ra ile
can't take that bitch no more
How many cars is it now mate?
Thats 3 cars!
3 fucking cars!
3 top-end motors as well!
I tell you what mate the only thing
enough room for a player and a freak
Rollin' in the park, 'n I seen this cutey
L.A. face, with a Oakland booty
She's on tip, but I'm playin' that role
pay you back, think you flossin hard
When you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?
With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds
Cain't do it
pay you back, think you flossin hard
When you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?
With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds
Cain't do it
bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He In?'
In the city love my name, nigga, I ain't gotta say it
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He In?'
In the city love my name, nigga, I ain't gotta say it
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He In?'
In the city love my name, nigga, I ain't gotta say it
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
to all my subscribers
Play the two doors, street car named desire
Came in Grindin’, Ye’ came Through the Wire
Met at the crossroads, Bone thugs inspired
40-thousand in the car
keep em closer at hand,
Watch the stone in my ear
make the hoes go "Dang!"
and the women love me
cuz they know who I am
[Chorus]
When i
bottles of drank and we strapped like a car seat
Bitch I'm bout biz beat the pack like I'm Markie
Beat the pack like zaytoven
My trap always open
My pack
He talk like a killer, but walk like the rollas
Ss impala i hate the design, i just like the motor
Can't complain if i could push rewind, do all
my life up
Quit street racing cuz the police have me marked
Found my fingerprints on a stolen car that was parked
By the coliseum, boy, them boys
I will shit on you
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
The national
on you (I will shit on you)
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies (uh-huh)
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
I can do whatever, I'm white, yeah
When I'm in the tram car
Eating ten gram trans fat bar
I could spread my legs far open on the chair
I don't care
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