nights like this I wish
to ride low in the chevy hit a switch
in the city burning killer with a *******
mirror mirror on the wall call me the *******t*2
Im creeping up on ya bending corners that reefer aroma, strong as ammonia
but we keep it on us
*******s is no longer important
you had your moment
but we still smoking
season is open on duck ass ******* who don't knw what the code is
if the Gs brung you up then you would have know this
now witness the coldest
now im rolling my own *******t, owner*******p, owning this, owning that park them cars in the back cause
them hoes know your whip
identified by what you drive
the streets don't have a face has ears and eyes
and sharp muh******* teeth it will eat your ass alive
living dangerously high this hustle is a drug
this game is a ******* the only one I love.
yup yup Im in a stupid clean chevy whole top glassed out
me & spitta hopped off in a super sport& smashed out
catch me on the next flight, high living that jet life
my pocket got an appetite that make the ******* pop tonight
loud pack bought a pound at the jet lounge
haters running all about my trunk
shaking the whole ground
im in the city burning killa with a *******
drop the top & make a wish roll it up &get them chips
big wheels deep dish painted with chrome lip
purple what I pour sip shake that ass &make it flip
wasn't for them dollars big paper burning wheels
I got a pint& im bout to pop the seal of it
she like that action
imma pass around &let her toss it
now what you know about the classics with motor in it
454s supercharges with rubber spinning
pimp tight dirty sprite LED headights
the way she bounce it up&down
be outta sight burning paper back to back that foreign smoke
we taking off so take a seat now have a toast
mirror mirror on the wall Imma ball &Imma score, Imma get a dough & after that
Imma ******* a hoe
put me in the game let me show you how to do this *******t
diamonds gripping against wheel I hit the strip
uh oh gees *******s ain't ******* with my team
I made it past 25 so im OG
once I clear a million dollars im pass the blow the whole P
riding brand new seats still covered in plastic
rims with the beat I call that a mix and master
closer too my dreams when they come to getting gwapole
bet that I throw it you can hear me from a block away
4-12s in the trunk got the chevy beating stupid
thinking should I four door it today or should I coupe it
new or old school it
the hommies in the hood say I be fooling 383 stroker on gangster I be moving
posi pazzi the rear equipped with the dual exhaust
pull up on me at the lights and you gone take a loss
cause where I come from it's survival of the fittest long beach east side all I move with this hittas