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New Cars Drive

gang of G's While you walkin' round broke, nobody knows ya Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja Outside in the parking lot in front of the cars

new rolls ?Enough,? said, but my rap won?t end It?s on a one way trip to San Quentin Like you my friend, ain?t nothing new You want to grind that boat

] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin [MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes [MJ] and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new

home Fugative Cheer, still her but behind bars the whole sky's talking but no stars Along the way I had so many chances now I got the keys but no cars

sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the backseat sittin' all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a test drive

hottest Squad cars, neighbourhood wars and stolen monsters I tell you mothaf-ckers that life is full of hydraulics Up and down, get 64 better know how to drive it I'm driving

play and where you stay Looks like one great big alley way You'll admire all the number book takers Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers Driving big cars

world is yours, oh yes, the world Oh yeah The world is yours, oh yes, the world is ours But we're casting stones from afar We're like people driving in our cars

that that grew up hard Uptown third ward, nigga blow up a car I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth New cars new rims with the work in