Lyrics:
this commercial on TV
Says that Detroit
Can't make good cars any more
Motor City
Who's driving my car?
Who's driving my car now?
Who?
My army
I met a little girl
With a heart of stone
She said she wanna give me
An instant bone
I took her for a ride
In my classic car
We didn't even
this commercial on TV
Says that Detroit
Can't make good cars any more
Motor City
Who's driving my car?
Who's driving my car now?
Who?
My army
to gunshots in this crazy town
Good mornin'
And the sleepers'll join the fallen
But this is what the fuck is up, doin' this for my city
Comp-town, Hub
the motor running and parked by the door
Yeah, I was foolish and wild
She was classic and regal
We were fresh out of school
Both barely legal
We were
on wheels
His trunk was full a' hub caps
An' his back seat full a' tires
When we picked him up and made him spread his heels
I says, "Hands up-on the wall,
where they twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign language
Fresh out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
the clearest water, ayy
I stuffed two hundred ounces in a Pamper
Oh that's your senorita? She goin' too
Reebok classics, that's a hundred racks, ayy
Reebok
cabana
We don't sleep, who needs them pijamas?
All the way up like we on marihuana
Ras stay sober keep my composure
Got the motor runnin' 'til
Green soldiers on beaches, palm trees and sand
Rifles and bombs, motor boats and bullets
Classic cars are taxis, underground cigars
Coconuts fall,
we well worth the ticket
A dirty new york reality life ?? shit classic life
Biggy ?? refresh like Minaj
Now who you know got the flow time wish
Who
downers, ride-arounders, blue oval, bowtie, mopar, classic car, open bar, don't drink and drive, rollin' rollin', motor show, LLC
It was hard to hear over
ya damn hands up
Gave my rims a tip because they're real good dancers
[Verse 2:]
A Black ass nigga in a Ol' School Classic
I Pulled up to Club Gucci
the i in we
You are you and i am me
But you and me make we
What an irony
Its another west coast classic yall
Um
Um um um um
Um
Um um um um um
Um
Its
the motor running and parked by the door
Yeah, I was foolish and wild
She was classic and regal
We were fresh out of school
Both barely legal
We were
niggas know you can’t
Really fuck with that
Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic
GOOD music together we too Jurassic
Niggas straight plastic
Ramadan
stuck together
On some Siamese shit... yo
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, classic murders, slick gun material
Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial
Hammers
is flooded
Tendon crunching then he's clutching
Should he jump or let it crush him
Rotor hub is ruptured
Odor of a motor puncture
Pump is smoking
could be your bitch, ratchet
Light up at the flick of a wrist, matchstick
And you can call this a classic
Know what's boring
Cis-het normies
They adore
Wo wo wo
Wo wo wo wo wo
Wo wo wo
Wo wo wo wo wo
Say monalisa wanna do me bad
(Wanna do me bad)
Cause she enter for my motor car
(In my motor car)
niggas ain't with her bitch got shit
You ain't got like better watches
Better broads and all the you cars
You ain't coped
Exclusive S Classics
Standin'
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