Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on, my theme song Love and happiness, how can it seem wrong? I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with
buck right here The right kind a stock For sale for passin The right kind a rock Auctioneer stern to massa falk Can a nigga go home Where he used to
the ghetto, like the game of Kuwait Meditatin with my niggas, 'cause we just can't wait 36 months left till the year 2G I've granated with my niggas across the land
thought before Steppin up into a zone you should never explore The next level or, level of the whole conceptor Verse One: Check it, rappers Get on the mic talk about cars
[E-40] I like this Rick Rock I don't be slackin in my mackin, I be doin it in a player fashion Makin it happen, speakers slappin, scootin and skatin
we carry that's used to dress humanity (Common: it's a New Wave, Come on!) [Sung in French] All traces of life in our gats we carry that's used to dress
?re a baseball man, as anyone can plainly see. The straightest game in this great land. Take a little tip from me. I work here nights, parking cars,
Jacob, but you can still call me the jeweler You know how I throw that jewelry on you And this one right here, this is just a tennis bracelet You rock
on the Queens half Three major players gettin papers by the layers And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus Fakers get used to
's fried chicken collies and cornbread It's corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil It's the stolen blood of the earth Used to make cars run and kill
the stars But Mrs. Avory's child was all fingers and thumbs But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums While Dave the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll
(Feat. Too $hort) [Bun B:] Yeah, see I remember, how it all be-gan I used to slang dirty raps to my P.A. fans And back then, I knew you couldn't stop
got opened off a black three-eighty This black lady, in a black Mercedes Pulled out on this black man, in the black land He used to sell white rocks, and black cops used
[Part 1:] Now first of all keep my name off record, I'm internationally known, lyrically respected Cars I 23 'em and armor all the tires up, And keep
dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on my theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with
is grimy, we all got cases just pendin Face on America's Most Wanted, try to find the defendant You silly rappers, still yappin about your cars and your