Lyrics:
all eloquent, leather shit in my front yard
Tv by my swimming pool, got it built like a sports bar
Chevelle with a new motor, got the bitch like
was hotter than the truck
he drove, and just one lane over.
He aimed those angel eyes at me,
smiled like we were ment to be.
'For he stole my heart from
yo, they'll cry out "Bo"
I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
But still the kanga's clock me, after a show
Standing on the stage and we're pouring
the action set with the red zapper, ever be in the catch, now
I'm like Red Snapper, delicacy at best, they tell me I'm the best, more comfortable on
the move
Devo
He say she be dabbing and she say he be dabbing but I just be like, nah, nigga don't be dabbing
Black Gucci shoes (woah)
Black Gucci suit
[B-Real]
I got the sawed off shotgun
hand on the pump
with the fucking red bastard
snitching like a punk
I had the operation tight the flaws
faded
yo, they'll cry out "Bo"
I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
But still the kanga's clock me, after a show
Standing on the stage and we're pouring
keep moving past
Feel like I'm about to crash
Riding on my line, keep keeping on, yeah, ooh
Once we were apart and I could see red
Never trying
New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop
I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop
Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch
Money,
been hit by a mack truck
(Repeat)
(My main nerve's been struck)
Get it babe
(My main nerve's been struck)
You got it
(My main nerve's been struck)
on point, like a snitch on the go
But I never snitch my car's the
Only thing I towed on
I'm always keeping it moving
Middle finger up
Like I practice
celluloid
There's no hiding in memory
There's no room to avoid
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people,
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
Cooking up the work
Like a new pan
Move that I don't give a fuck about the new man
Big wheel like a tonka truck when we moving
Shawty with a badonkadonk she
celluloid
There's no hiding in memory
There's no room to avoid
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people,
we pull up with that Do-Do-Doo
Feelin' like it's Yu-Gi-Oh buddy wanna Du-Du-Duel
Drive-By, Drive-By, we did it in a red truck
Drive-By, Drive-By, we
She had faded red paint on her windshield
Said, "Zero dollars down, come make a deal"
Passed by it every day till I couldn't pass it up no more
Clipped grass littering my ankles
Bruised by tar, bitten by bark
Time moving slow as the snapper up the street
I feel that if there's no one to hear these
the eighth inning
Stay truck, God stay playing linen
Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that
Mink jeans on, seen where the real at
2000 Zitos, moving
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum
Long truck bed hop in it
Fire engine red like her lip stick
Out here we can let it go
But just me and my good friends
Jug of wine little sip
Out here
yeah! You fools don't have a clue, do you?
Moving them ki's crucial, troopin' like Isuzu
Nigga your weed doo doo, we burn that Cali kush
My flow be
on to Dameron Street
Them other cars pulled over like the red sea had parted
It was then I had a vision of Dolly Parton
(Right there, he had a vision of Dolly
big world
I want a woman
Who can really love me, yeah
Dead ringer of a woman
You think I'm like a truck
Even I ain't gonna walk on glass
Well no
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