That's all y niggas talk about all fucking day,
It's whips, cars, and all that shit,
all fucking vehicles and shit, man
and all these niggas need to cut it out,
cause y 'all niggas is babies,
Remember the 4Runners, Corsicas,
back with the gold Cunyons Maxima,
yup, Stans, these was sick
Vansons, Datsuns, Corollas,
Cressidas was for the extraterrestrials
yeah the Wranglers and Lexuses
Suzuki's was the truth, yo
Benz's, 560's, Galant's and the fly
Rivi's Rivieras look grizzly, huh?
Somethin' mean under the sunroof
Yeah, the Sterling, the Grand Ams,
the Lincoln with the Crab Ams
Made me mad in the blazer,
we all cramp 64 bags of cheap,
All I need to show you now is a sick Jeep
84 Mopeds, blue and white Procats
got instructions from a old head
Shell toes black and white,
no laces in em Pat U edition,
Straight leg denims, tell him
Laker colors, low cut suede tip
Stay dip, Stan Smith lay sick
put the taps on the rubber
fuck a rumor, I was bigger
and assume that I could rip her
None hipper, cop kicks with the zippers
The feel I survived, it was Levi's and high MV tracks,
Everything I snatched had
whole crew couldn't knock us
Fuck who, only thing to do is just clock us
Valley competitions in the Jordans,
niggas still on the grind
switch em up for the weather
only do it for the pleasure
from the tech on the dresser
Fifth in the way, still Chris,
and I do it for real, you dig?
I still rock the Gore -Tex And
Bugari low cuts the minimum
All through the, you know,
Olympic cut Gucci's, three quarters.
