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East side on mine, just like every time Seven lowriders outside in a line, ayy Ferrari engine leave the whole fuckin' block tremblin' Screen door off the hinges pull the rawest bitches I keep it real with my real niggas, duck snitches I've never been able to trust bitches Used to envision pullin' up in 'em and then I really did it I never gave in to no sucka gimmicks I came up nothin' to somethin', really It's like watchin' Rocky joggin' through the streets of New Orleans instead of Philly Drivin' foreigns the American dream, I'm in the city And the car cost half a million, then it's probably for me No tint on the windows, everybody can see I'ma drop the top, bitches, like forty degrees I got a mink in the trunk, get it out for me, please Ferrari engines leave the whole fuckin' block tremblin' Ferrari engines leave the whole fuckin' block tremblin' Ferrari engines leave the whole fuckin' block— Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches, baby Smoke weed in it Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches, baby Smoke weed in it, yeah, yeah Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah-yeah Yeah, Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah-yeah, yeah Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da Aus Songtexte Mania