Lyrics:
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
Killer
See me in the club, I be standing next to killers
Got a crib in Cali so my car ain't got no ceilings
Smellin' like that KK when I walk into
Garfield, Garfield
Garfield let your pussy talk, Let me
Get that Garfield, Garfield, garfield
Them leather seats in my car wheeler
Leather seats in my car
gonna leave, old middle Tennessee
Then one day a sweetheart in a bright red car
Pulled into town like a shooting blonde rock star
She had the western
Just dueces in the cut
Try to catch me in the truck
I dare that
18 wheeler
You better watch yo ass
18 wheeler
Gone run up in yo ass
18 wheeler i don't
at the dinner table
Shawty come pull up a seat at the winner's table
We don't get attached, we too busy getting paper
Foreign cars make 'em both lose they top
don't need you
Jumpin' out a car with no roof in a suit hoe
What type of nigga do the shit that I do hoe?
Started as a group, but I'm so dope I went
like an 18 wheeler to your blind side
For me it came real slow
In a western sky the sun is falling
I sure wish I could stay
But I'll be gone before its
The teachers used to fail us
Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers
Fo'-wheelers, we, gorillas
Oh please feel us, we heat holders
Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones
in the club I'm doin' my Z dance
They parked the car right here, let me jump out with this tree branch
She gon' make love to the dick, she be like,
liquor (Jones)
You better watch your ass when them foreign cars wheeler (I'm back!)
4 (4!) 3 (3!) 2 (2!) 2
2 step, (Oh!) 2 step (let's go!)
Now gonna'
liquor (Jones)
You better watch your ass when them foreign cars wheeler (I'm back!)
4 (4!) 3 (3!) 2 (2!) 2
2 step, (Oh!) 2 step (let's go!)
Now gonna'
OK, OK, OK, OK
J't'ai remarquée dans le club
Tu m'as l'air d'être une jolie garce (ouais)
Mais j'vais t'consommer plus tard alors faites-moi un
wanted to I could on the floors
Through the doors like a western flick, the club is crunked
Henney and Chris you know that boy's tore up
About 8 or 9
a western flick the club is crunk
Penny and Chris you know that boys tow up
About 8 or 9 black stallion riding up
Its Mr. Big screaming showdown I'm
If I wanted to I could ? on the floors
Through the doors like a western flick, the club is crunked
Henney and Chris you know that boy's tore up
and ghetto
Yo, yo, you gonna know it's for real
When it's like a thousand cars
We pull up at the club and you see a thousand stars
But that's only me
and ghetto
Yo, yo, you gonna know it's for real
When it's like a thousand cars
We pull up at the club and you see a thousand stars
But that's only me
get me club on, we in
So many hotels boy I ought to buy my own
Petey-ott, Petey swiss, Petey inn, Petey I (Petey I)
MAN WE DID IT AGAIN
[chorus]
I I I
I'm ready for How I'm Livin', come pay me a visit
My house half a mil, all of my cars kitted
Black Mint, black Jag', black H2
Black 4 Wheeler, 750 Suzu
weekends
I get me club on, we in
So many hotels boy I ought to buy my own
Petey-ott, Petey swiss, Petey inn, Petey I (Petey I)
MAN WE DID IT AGAIN
a car dealer, I want a pretty foreign not an 18 wheeler, cold when I'm spitting in the booth, it's a freezer
Can't respect a brother that listens
to suspensions
Now I just walked in the car lot holding my pink slips, rocking Givenchy
If I had my life on the line, I'd take the shot but I'm not a Nowitzki
Let's meet in the city where
The rivers cross, bridges there
Let's go float down into the stream
Of rich and poor pioneers
A kid from a western
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