Lyrics:
[Chorus] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse One] If
[Chorus]|I hope you can s-p-e-l-l|Nigga please you don't know me that well|I got a truck sittin on sprewells|My flow tight as h-e-l-l||[Verse One]|If
Boy I can't wait till your keys sell I'm talking Ferrari's with V12s We more into dimes, we ain't got no time To be hugging on nicks like we Sprewell
All hail Latrell Sprewell Rugged nigga but I mean well No dear I don't eat veal Told my girl when she talking to me now I need every single detail I
Playboy [Chorus] You balling If you got Sprewell rims, and they crawling If you got four five, Clarions balling You hit the club on dubs,
the details Demons in your emails Leave your head spinning like Sprewells What you really want Want the money or the life We could get it right We could get
like dress with pink nails I'm young and misguided, but I'm so into detail Legend like Kobe (gas is my cologne) Scrappy like Sprewell (good
[Intro: Master P] When I'm alone my car... I'm thinking about Miss Lorenzo... My girl amy... Sprewells,Giovanni,Daytons,Mo-Mos,Diablows and my
Amongst the hustle Titties and skin 50's and rims Y'all know the Sprewell's and trucks with detail Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em Felt
[Master P] When I'm alone in my car, I'm thinkin about Ms. Lorenzo My girl Enkei, Sprewell Giovanna, Daytons, Momos, Diablos And my girl Asanti
spinnas Three 6 how I'm ridin' Still want spinnas Still want spinnas Still want spinnas Sprewell when I'm slidin' Still want spinnas Still want spinnas
name Nel First letter C, last letter L Six hundred fly by, what the hell? V-12 full detail, sittin' on Sprewell's Who in? Can't tell, too much tint
out the brains The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain My Sprewell's spinnin', man, I'm doin' my thing And whodi now in trouble now that you in
on V12's You never ain't never seen it move this smooth on Sprewell's I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me The way I pass the rock, could make Jason
You was talkin' shit nigga wassup, fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail And a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all
never seen it move this smooth on sprewell's I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me Just cop
pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin, I'm comin thru And I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22s And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them sprewells nigga them
spinnin', spinnin', them sprewells pimpin' Them sprewells pimpin', we makin' mail pimpin' Don't need no introduction in this I can grind in every ghetto,
hell We stayin' out tonight this my show and tell And we'll keep the wheels spinning like those old Sprewell's And dwell in the spell of the magic where
the details Fuck a social beef that's for females She been running game like a v 12 Talk gutta to her but I mean well All my diamonds choker no Sprewell Been
We rollin tight whips on 20 twin twins So watch them Sprewell's when they spinny spin spin 'cause I'm a Trill ass nigga I'm a top 10 sella Pullin
keeps the wheels steadily turning likes Sprewell”s y'all can go to hell as I throw yo body parts through the water like seashells I was a nigga in
a go Redman, it's Time four sum aksion Pull up like Sprewell and faces I'm smacking Let That bitch breathe I said I pull up like Sprewell and faces I'm
words like a surgeon the world turning like Sprewell's My mind racing no sleep keep pacing more than heart tickers It's like an instant restart once your
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