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yea
It'll make you mad
comin live from the 305
whoo this what they do baby
this song goes out to all my dope riders
my chevy riders
on them 24's wit da spinnin' hub caps
ya'll kno what i'm talkin bout
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26s on my chevy (my chevy)
Chrome on my chevy (my chevy)
Candy on my chevy (my chevy)
Flakes on my chevy (oooh)
Dudes on my chevy (my chevy)
Girls in my chevy (my chevy)
Screens in my chevy (my chevy)
Shove in my chevy
Im so hiiiiiiigh
Im so hiiiiiiigh
Baby Blue
When I ride so high like my rims
Wit a pint of droe
Sittin on 24s
Matter of fact dat was a year ago
Now Im ridin on 26s
Its yo boy you aint catch me rollin
In da back of my seats man
6-4 when I hittin dem switches
-- sittin on deep dishes
S 500 wit da L-G kit man
Im doin number so dont try to screw me
-- and Im eatin up like Scooby
I got a pocket full of bread
A girl givin me head in da back row at da movies
Interior Gucci
Please dont stain my seats wit yo coochie
Excuse me
Sssssss ha I smell p*ssy
I never deal wit a hoe who smell like sushi
I know you got to go trick, introduce me (now Blue you know you wrong for dat)
(Slick hold up)
I Baby Blue roll
Male gigalo, I get it on da low
Get out my window, rims glow
I ride slow forever flossin you dont know
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Spectacular
You can call me big 4 when Im in my dome
72 chevy wit da shove in da trunk
Suade on da seats wit da suicide doors
Neon light that make da dash board glow
Paint swelled up like apple pie
Stayin' high 'cause I'm super-sized all the time
2 seconds will get me from 0 to 60
I aint pullin over then you betta come get me
Girls goin wild when Im on da scene
My seat belt buckle got TV screens
Bluestars stuck by custom glass
And you can hear dem pipes when Im hit tags
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Slick Em
Now what you hatin for (what you hatin for)
Is it the 75 (is it the 75)
On dem glass reams (on dem glass reams)
Wit da chromed trim (wit da chromed trim)
Da way I roll up (roll up)
Calm and laid back (laid back)
This here body droppin top
I know they hate dat
Keep smell of fear
Lets make it clear
These playas aint real
They kind of fit
Needs some Lysol
Cause Pretty Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, is da shhh eeha
Got me statin, vibratin
Got da street shakin
Lit boy bad there
Nothin but dem 12 quaking playa (playa, playa, playa, playa)
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