Big Bodies by Body Head Bangerz
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Intro:
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Old school, lacs, delta 88's, box chevy caprices, monte carlos
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We takin it all the way back
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Hook:
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big bodies ridin on twos and fours
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boss hogg and slammin big body doors
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old school box chevys and lacs 88's with the room in the back
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so wathcu swangin in (x2)
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Verse 1:
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Box chevy caprices creepin on crome d's
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They 17's but I keep my spokes clean
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wood grain on the wheel
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wood grain on the dash
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peanut butter guts
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wit a peanut butter rag
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15's in the trunk,doin pricey in the back
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ten clear coats a dat candy on factory black
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no flakes in my paint,no flippin for me
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i like it simple,so fresh and so clean
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swangin from left to right
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leanin, mean muggin foos
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trunk rattlin like a snake till my woofers blow
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i like my volume loud, i like my bass deep
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i like my tweeters tweakin..so u can hear da beat
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around the corna u hear me on the other street
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but let me warn ya its murda in them backseats
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thats how i ride foo, so take a ride wit me
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cause when im gone its hard for yall to come and git me.
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Hook:(x2)
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Verse 2:
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look..give me a cut dawg,75 wit black tint
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black paint and make way for the young pimp
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old school trues and foes, and im good
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theres somethin in the trunk and somethin under the hood
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never drive over 30 miles an hour dawg, u can come holla hoe
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git in my passenger seat, and this ain't your moms car
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so when you gittin in.. wipe your feet,
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my interior imported from another country
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no head in the front seat u know how much this cost me
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you lucky you ain't sittin on plastic
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and you betta not fart or you gittin your ass kicked
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take pride in my ride, i love her like a child
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im rollin up the avenue and them bitches are like WWWOOOW
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but i don't pay em attention im rollin up to my nizzles like....
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Hook:(x2)
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Verse 3:
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check it,uhhh..bently 2004,i got 3 different cars
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i payed for em,ima drive all them muh fuckas
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i gotta have that boom,cause women love to knock
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turn it up and i betcha i'll make that pussy pop
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i gotta h2,the 24's turning
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ima stunna, so you gunna smell that rubba burnin
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i got a need for speed i keeps dual exhaust
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you hear that big truck commin nigga whos the boss
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don't git caught up in the paint i picked
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cause i'll flip it in a minute, nigga money ain't shit
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i shine harder then the average star
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niggas might hate me but they love my car,
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lovin the way i sit on 24's and blow
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cruisin through the hood like im pushin the love boat
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sittin behind tint, like one of them presidents
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and its evident anything else is irrelavent, if it ain't....
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Hook (x2)
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Big Bodies
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| Roy Jones Jr. |
