(Hook)
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And we roll up in the El Camino
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Cruisin down south in the El Camino
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Lighted one up in the El Camino
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And we roll up in the El Camino
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So as we ridin by¡¦ (x3)
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(Verse)
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Uh, mama please, twist the trees
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While I get dressed and look for car keys
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Start to crank V8, 3-50 quickly in the breeze like pilin
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Got yo allergies wildin
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C¡¯s cus a nigga so cold when he roll
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Forgiato, 3 piece gold
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Not everybody to do it, not everybody that¡¯s fluent
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And that money talk, spitta, killa
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I should write these lyrics in crime scene chalk
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Now take a walk on the side where the jets reside
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Stay high, stay fly, always ready to ride
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Ice cream paint job, smellin like weed on the inside
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No question, Chevrolet my obsession
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Every month I gotta get one, this check will cop my next one
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Corvette selection, Monte Carlo collection
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But that El Camino classic perfection
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Bitches always lookin in his direction
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(Hook)
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And we roll up in the El Camino
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Cruisin down south in the El Camino
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Lighted one up in the El Camino
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And we roll up in the El Camino
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So as we ridin by¡¦ (x3)
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El Camino
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Curren$y |