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This was the song that i was workin on after "That Money". I wrote it after i watched Mike Jone's American Dream 6 Months ago. I got back to makin music w/ my nigga B and we gonna finish editing the song. Song will be available soon (mixed down to perfection).
I got a chevy sittin high on them 20 inch Larenzos
See me floatin by as I'm fallin in that indo
5-0 12s, yeah my trunk got that kick doe
bitches break they neck to see me er' time my shit bump.
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse One-Sharoyce Antwan)
I got Larenzos on my chevy, Parelliz on my diva.
Ashantis on that Nelly w/ them country grammer tweeters.
Got a Yoi Ming Lac w/ some Shaqs for the kicksters.
A bad bitch w/ 12a in the back- you can hear it
when I'm beatin down yo block knockin off the mantle
I laced up my Grand Dam, ho, my bass is Grand Piano.
Its drummin like Questlove but the kick is on Van Damme tho
Dont it fuck you up to know my U-F-O got Lambos?
I am that nigga- I can go- alotta places you cant go.
Do the shit that you cant do-peal out in that Range Rove
The inside is mango- outside paint is stained orange
Like a batmobile w/ them TVs in it-motha****as wanna hate on em
Its 5 thousand per show homie, thats the reason i stay performin
to trick out my shit w/ the Paul Wall Grill, stunt right quick w/ the Daytons on it
The top fold back w/ them buttons in it, you can hate it or love me in it
2 tears in a bucket, pimpin- just know aint a nigga fuckin with it.
(Repeat Chorus X2)
(Verse Two- Sharoyce Antwan)
Hear my shit fore you see it, pimp!
I done made King Kong jealous./
A lotta niggas wanna jack my shit
inside black, but the paint yella!/
I stay mellow w/ the trunk a bangin
shit sound like cavemen in it./
A nigga done put locs on the whip
super cool, with the face tented./
Popo's mad they cant see inside
thats why they wanna pull a nigga over./
I done had an undercover pimp my ride
skitzo and he aint sober!/
Hop out that bitch w/ a panther rifle
let rounds go like American Idol./
I pack that young thug holiday shit
Wishin yo ass a merry survival./
I need to slow it down fore i twist my fuckin ankle./
So high off the ground that i could pistol whip an angel./
That red chevy w/ the flames on it
shit dont play no games, homie!/
That yellow bitch w/ the fire ass head
we call that chic flame thrower./
I'm travelin world wide in em
Name a place that i aint goin./
Wrist everywhere that it aint snowin
Get like me- you cant nigga!/
Chamillionaire- my money change
convert that bitch to overseas./
In my girlfriend blowin on cocaleave
Dr. Phil w/ that Opra cheese./
I got a chevy sittin high on them 20 inch Larenzos
See me floatin by as I'm fallin in that indo
5-0 12s, yeah my trunk got that kick doe
bitches break they neck to see me er' time my shit bump.
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse One-Sharoyce Antwan)
I got Larenzos on my chevy, Parelliz on my diva.
Ashantis on that Nelly w/ them country grammer tweeters.
Got a Yoi Ming Lac w/ some Shaqs for the kicksters.
A bad bitch w/ 12a in the back- you can hear it
when I'm beatin down yo block knockin off the mantle
I laced up my Grand Dam, ho, my bass is Grand Piano.
Its drummin like Questlove but the kick is on Van Damme tho
Dont it fuck you up to know my U-F-O got Lambos?
I am that nigga- I can go- alotta places you cant go.
Do the shit that you cant do-peal out in that Range Rove
The inside is mango- outside paint is stained orange
Like a batmobile w/ them TVs in it-motha****as wanna hate on em
Its 5 thousand per show homie, thats the reason i stay performin
to trick out my shit w/ the Paul Wall Grill, stunt right quick w/ the Daytons on it
The top fold back w/ them buttons in it, you can hate it or love me in it
2 tears in a bucket, pimpin- just know aint a nigga fuckin with it.
(Repeat Chorus X2)
(Verse Two- Sharoyce Antwan)
Hear my shit fore you see it, pimp!
I done made King Kong jealous./
A lotta niggas wanna jack my shit
inside black, but the paint yella!/
I stay mellow w/ the trunk a bangin
shit sound like cavemen in it./
A nigga done put locs on the whip
super cool, with the face tented./
Popo's mad they cant see inside
thats why they wanna pull a nigga over./
I done had an undercover pimp my ride
skitzo and he aint sober!/
Hop out that bitch w/ a panther rifle
let rounds go like American Idol./
I pack that young thug holiday shit
Wishin yo ass a merry survival./
I need to slow it down fore i twist my fuckin ankle./
So high off the ground that i could pistol whip an angel./
That red chevy w/ the flames on it
shit dont play no games, homie!/
That yellow bitch w/ the fire ass head
we call that chic flame thrower./
I'm travelin world wide in em
Name a place that i aint goin./
Wrist everywhere that it aint snowin
Get like me- you cant nigga!/
Chamillionaire- my money change
convert that bitch to overseas./
In my girlfriend blowin on cocaleave
Dr. Phil w/ that Opra cheese./
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