[Intro:]
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We get long, let them trunks lift up
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Ay ay...
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[Sir Michael Rocks:]
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We all know Mikey aka the Great EstarA¨Ï
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Banco Populair
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Looking rare homie, what's the skit
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So you could holla at me if you want me If you don't keep it rollin' don't be droppin' names like a ton of bricks
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I'm in the '96 SL5
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But ain't nothin' on that badboy
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The button stick when I be unlockin' it
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So I grabbed the cutless keys like a Fuckin' thief
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Take a sweet, gut it, stuff it then we puff it babyy
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The Baileys, mixed with Grandma ye'
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See we callin' it the "Grandmama"
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See, just like the Larry Johnson kinds
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In the huddle with the Bubble goose down
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Downtime spent working on my rhyme schemes
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Them alpines hit like a young rocky
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A skinny dude but I'm eating like I'm stocky
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Bucket seats 70's challengers for the amateurs...
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[Chorus: x2]
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This is for them Regals, Granddaddy's cutlesses
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Stuck-in-town vehicles
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The speakers gon' love it
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The trucks is all low like I talked about his mother
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Drivin' around slow, like there's an accident or somethin'
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Ssssskkkkkurrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
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[Chuck Inglish:]
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Diggin' the dumps, cigar guts into anything
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Piggy bank change couldn't break if the ground shake
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Earthquake shake and San Andres fault
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First-place trophy is the only to race in them
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Talk to me dawg, please don't talk at me
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I thought I saw the credits runnin on with all that acting
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Wass happenin'
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Surely {shurly?}
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Rerun
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[?]
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See me with it now like they gotta get theirs tomorrow
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Ferrari's [?] naaaa
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Phantoms [?] nope!
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Triple gold spokes on them Lincoln town cars
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Like back when I was driving to the mall where that Circuit City was
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Gotta get this installed
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[Bridge: Chuck Inglish]
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That flip face touch screen remote control and all that
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Bass treble biz
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And it smells like a loud pack
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[That AC fan]
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Strawberry air freshners to mix with the scent
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Shooting free throws for the win...
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[Chorus x3]
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Rush Hour Traffic
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The Cool Kids |