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And we roll up in the El Camino Cruisin down south in the El Camino Lighted one up in the El Camino And we roll up in the El Camino So as we ridin by So as we ridin by So as we ridin by Uh, mama please, twist the trees While I get dressed and look for car keys Start to crank V8, 3-50 quickly in the breeze like pilin Got yo allergies wildin C's cus a nigga so cold when he roll Forgiato, 3 piece gold Not everybody to do it, not everybody that's fluent And that money talk, spitta, killa I should write these lyrics in crime scene chalk Now take a walk on the side where the jets reside Stay high, stay fly, always ready to ride Ice cream paint job, smellin like weed on the inside No question, Chevrolet my obsession Every month I gotta get one, this check will cop my next one Corvette selection, Monte Carlo collection But that El Camino classic perfection Bitches always lookin in his direction Songtexte And we roll up in the El Camino Cruisin down south in the El Camino Lighted one up in the El Camino And we roll up in the El Camino So as we ridin by So as we ridin by So as we ridin by Aus Songtexte Mania