Lyrics:
friends
In the backseat, stay in the front
Ain't no room in the trunk
Just a devastating woofer that bump
You know!
[JD & Da Brat]
Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code
In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head
down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Hea-vy
The all-star, dapper rapper
In conjunction with the funk that keep it blazin' out they trunks
What'chu want, sky's the limit, I live it, now is
Hea-vy
The all-star, dapper rapper
In conjunction with the funk that keep it blazin' out they trunks
What'chu want, sky's the limit, I live it, now is
I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go
but I know they really won't
I been out all night I had to stash it in the trunk
Money and the fame nigga I know what she won't Yea
What she won't I
Intro: Jermaine Dupri
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in
scroll[00:45.66]I catch down bad Peter Roll[00:47.49]Play wit the pies just like a pizza[00:49.37]I'm in da trap with a hundred visas[00:51.22]I running laps I got da
"I didn't believe a man existed who could not be stopped by the slug of .45"
This is as far as you go!
Paul wit da .45, shoot em in his fuckin gut
package acrobatic by da liquor store 'cross from tabernacle
Come up short put u (in a scope) u gon need a doc for da aftermath
hoes on my phone and they
I’m pulling on nothing but 6 hoes and 1 pimp,
7 in the fuckin do followed by 52 Scott and four-trey in a row
Then after I break their silly ass I catch
show
Yo, I hit a right, dey hit a right
I hit da gas and leave dey ass bout 4 or 5 lights
Gettin followed by dese bougie broads, because dey like da car
Fast break, pass the kush that's a no look pass
Slam dunkin in my donk, trunk goin' stupid ham
I'm the man, I'm the man, like shawty, I'm the man
betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
type of nigga have yo knees up by my shoulders riding counting rags to da Dolce in a Rover
And in rap im da trap im da crack im da soda
Im da
by far ho
Da chopper spell my name out in yo Monte Carlo
Suggest you keep it cool, keep it on da up and up
Get yo front on da scope, and yo chest gone
a mutt
Can’t fuck wit a treesha can’t fuck wit a slut
I be smokin on trees when i’m up in da club
Bitch I really be posted like trees wit a trunk
And I
stopped, parks, pops his trunk
Snare pops loud as Glock shots
Bass like an M-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station
Smokey I'm tripping
My bags in the front so my trunk is the engine
I push it to start and jump out to quit
I came out da blue like Ebola and hit
I
of you lames
To hard to be in this rap shit in da streets it's da same
To throwed up in this game
To true to my hood
I'm to down to get down
So lets
forever flossin you don't know
[Chorus]
[Spectacular]
You can call me big 4 when I'm in my dome
72 chevy wit da shove in da trunk
Suade on da seats
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
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