Lyrics:
a similac and oh my Cadillac
has 50's in the back
playin rick James and Tina so relaxing
passed on by the neighbor red lane
they called him insane
heer's Mr.
Geto boys
Geto boys
Geto boys
Geto boys
(don't fuck with me) --> tony montana
[ verse 1: johny see ]
As I walked through 5th ward, I saw this man
dealer's dream, red jag, rim shining
Four shooters riding in the
Trucks right behind us
It ain't my fault man, the hood made me grimy
I hustle, get my weight
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
quatro wheel drive
It gets her pretty little red dirt flip flop feet in the door
Then ya take it on out, ya drop it on down
That's what the four by four
Waste some time
Waste some time
Waste some time
Waste some time
Waste some time
Now I'm a three hundred pound red neck rebel
I'm a God-fearing man, who's
inspired by that feelin' that I provided (talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (uh-huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
profilin', she's whilin'
She's gangsta, she knows that she's got it like that
We was drivin on Crential and cruisin for food when she pulled up beside me sat
leavin' a lonely town
I'm leavin' a lonely town
My old man he's workin' on his truck
Ain't never had much to say
Just shakes my hand and wishes me
dey for that talk
Para dey everywhere, my joy na my work
Omo eyes red, man dey live by the clock
Respect ghetto youth, got mi friends inna mi truck
surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?
[Hook]
the camera, we makin' a scene
4K, okay, foreplay
Roleplay, Your way or no way
Oh wait, drunk sex, rosé
Her man called, red flag, olé
That's okay, cause I'm
Black car on a backstreet, little me asleep on the back seat
Lulled by street lamps and the blackness in between
My parents' argument picking up
They already know I'm the man
When they see me pull up, drivin in somethin that ain't even out yet
Who's tha man who's the boss
Who's the nigga that
pimpin', drivin' four door cars
Ain't got no kids but them bitches love daddy
They had to share me or them bitches couldn't have me
Cause I'm a Mack with
hoes
Nobody knows, but my face expression shows (yea yea)
I was wide open, man I couldn't believe it
If the girl asked me for my truck, I swear she can
ass, you only scream
Yo ass is dumb, you really drink lean?
Man fuck
You drink shit, I pour it
No money? I hoard it
Hair brown, and adore it
Hair red
the word with me, I read it
Hop in the the back of
The truck and be seated
Came a long way from most wanted, I'm needed
I told the devil it's up, he got
ain't never been fucked
Try to catch me off balance, man, you shit outta luck
Cause we got more rams, and I drivin' y'all
Got the people like the jams,
really need to fuck it up
Take 'er to the pasture, maybe there I'll show her somethin
Just a perty country bumpkin
Ain't by luck I got her buckin
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