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(feat. B-Legit & Richie Rich) [Hook: x2] My paint be drippin' wet I'm clean as Clorox And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass, Cutlass [Verse 1: E-40] The roof of my roof's bald headed convertible top What use is a old school if it ain't a drop I got a zap of rock and a 5th of Ciroc Teflon burner glove don't get molly-wopped She liking on me she loving what she see A big nigga with style S.W.A.G. Every since a child had G.A.M.E. Backwards ass smile bet not fuck with me Electric dash electric glass electric everything Highly carbureted dual exhaust camillion booger green Fresh back from the car wash fresh back from a bathe When the sun hits my paint it turns a different shade I ain't got time to be bullshittin' I got money on my agenda I've been gettin bread since I came out of the placenta Sevas in the summer time rallies in the winter Side wood light skin big booty tender [Hook x2] Songtexte [Verse 2: B-Legit] I keep them bands on deck my mans on a jet Some soft up on the block in a duce cutty drop I remember when I copped back in '88 I set em on some straights filled the trunk with fosgates And since I'm movin weight you know I couldn't wait Brought that motor out the crate then I taught it how to skate We turnin figure eights half and whole cakes We take em on a chase We ain't tryin to take the case Bitches know I'm fly got that vocal tone And when they see me they be askin what I'm smokin on I tell em cookies bitch you know I got that provolone And you can call me on the under on my iPhone You see me insides you know I keeps it stocked And when I leave the block everybody stop and watch You never know you might catch a sideshow I lay that top back down and then I drive slow [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Richie Rich] Bitch this ain't my Bentley this my seven duce TV deg W sevens press that big ole zeus Matter fact I got a pair of those for dummies that means 2 My shit is clean as fuck but when I brought it it was through I took it off the frame bitch this not a game Got motor new suspension brand new everythang Candy orange outside guts cocaine Rims hella chromey see my face and my chain New shoes on it 22's homie And I would leave that bitch at home if I was you homie Cause I'm a swing it sideways and slap to the trap Off Patron and a zone with the zap on my lap Change my flow up fasho but never fuck the dough up In the city where prices go down but never go up Niggas see the Cutlass and they know it's the double Flossin on that ass and you know you in trouble [Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania