It's time to step out on the scene (raise some hell) I'm drunk as a bi-cycle (cycle) Can't you tell? Can't even see straight I'm (cranked as hell) Gone on that g-g-green (Can't you smell?) Step out the back seat of a 78 (Chevelle) Club wasn't jumpin' so we (had to bail) Fixin' to check out the next spot My niggas is 'bout to wreck shop We don't ask, we just bop We run up, we get drop Parking lot crunk (thugs and drug pushers) Yeah you know the ski-low (blunts and the sub woofers) Car fulla white boys (there's no doubt) If some shit go down (Slim be the first one out) Locked up with a fool three times his size What you need, on yo' team, when it's time to ride Abuncha dirty white boys, that's not for the game We will take your ass to war like Sadum Housane If you kick my ass, you gotta do it again Every time that you see me till I finally win (And then) I'm kickin' your ass until I'm content You're gonna be walkin' 'round for months wearin' my finger prints. (I'm none of them) goofy, white boys from the movies Talk shit and have to shoot ya (Your hardcore!) absolutely Take it across your face with a nickel-plated I think my dog just got dislocated
[Chorus] *engine* It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) All units be on the look out for a (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) *siren* (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) Dispatch we've got a visual on a (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) *siren and engine*
(Aww man) (I ain't throwin' out shit)
Looked at my watch it said 11:36 Turned down 2nd Avenue in a big body bitch Mean muggin' haters heads bobbin' up and down Hollerin' southside out the window, my people don't fuck around It's like they're lookin' for a reason to straight clown We get gone on that goo and that straight crown One hundred proof absolute, ridin' around blazin' (All cars be on the lookout for a car full of caucasians) Eyes so tight we could pass for Asians So if they pull us over play like you don't speak English Passed some pretty gals, I told my boy to slow down Man your rides a piece of junk, the window won't roll down We didn't get no play, from the ladies (Naw) 6 crackers in the car, are you crazy? I'm real with them crows, I ain't 'bout to front Man we out of blunts, pull over fool.
[Chorus]
Stopped in circle K and got a box of sweets Smoked one now we feelin' like (let's get somethin' to eat) But Wendys was closed, I was mad as hell I guess we'll go to Waffle House and get a Patty meal But them omelettes is the bomb, shit, toast with jelly and jam Hashbrowns covered with cheese, chilly, and ham The awful waffle was packed, but I'm not going to Krystals I'll be damned if I gotta go in here and eat with a [?] (I swear) Fools is sendin' signals but not sayin' a word I ain't payin' them no attention, 'cause I'm high as a bird I placed my order, ate my food, then walked up out that bitch with an attitude Got in the car, blazed the blunt from out the ashtray Never liked main street, so we take the backway My homey said pull-over, but I guess it couldn't wait 'Cause when my body hit the breaks it was like *throws up*
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It's time to step out on the scene (raise some hell) I'm drunk as a bi-cycle (cycle) Can't you tell? Can't even see straight I'm (cranked as hell) Gone on that g-g-green (Can't you smell?) Step out the back seat of a 78 (Chevelle) Club wasn't jumpin' so we (had to bail) Fixin' to check out the next spot My niggas is 'bout to wreck shop We don't ask, we just bop We run up, we get drop Parking lot crunk (thugs and drug pushers) Yeah you know the ski-low (blunts and the sub woofers) Car fulla white boys (there's no doubt) If some shit go down (Slim be the first one out) Locked up with a fool three times his size What you need, on yo' team, when it's time to ride Abuncha dirty white boys, that's not for the game We will take your ass to war like Sadum Housane If you kick my ass, you gotta do it again Every time that you see me till I finally win (And then) I'm kickin' your ass until I'm content You're gonna be walkin' 'round for months wearin' my finger prints. (I'm none of them) goofy, white boys from the movies Talk shit and have to shoot ya (Your hardcore!) absolutely Take it across your face with a nickel-plated I think my dog just got dislocated
[Chorus] *engine* It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) All units be on the look out for a (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) *siren* (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) Dispatch we've got a visual on a (Car full of white boys) It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys) *siren and engine*
(Aww man) (I ain't throwin' out shit)
Looked at my watch it said 11:36 Turned down 2nd Avenue in a big body bitch Mean muggin' haters heads bobbin' up and down Hollerin' southside out the window, my people don't fuck around It's like they're lookin' for a reason to straight clown We get gone on that goo and that straight crown One hundred proof absolute, ridin' around blazin' (All cars be on the lookout for a car full of caucasians) Eyes so tight we could pass for Asians So if they pull us over play like you don't speak English Passed some pretty gals, I told my boy to slow down Man your rides a piece of junk, the window won't roll down We didn't get no play, from the ladies (Naw) 6 crackers in the car, are you crazy? I'm real with them crows, I ain't 'bout to front Man we out of blunts, pull over fool.
[Chorus]
Stopped in circle K and got a box of sweets Smoked one now we feelin' like (let's get somethin' to eat) But Wendys was closed, I was mad as hell I guess we'll go to Waffle House and get a Patty meal But them omelettes is the bomb, shit, toast with jelly and jam Hashbrowns covered with cheese, chilly, and ham The awful waffle was packed, but I'm not going to Krystals I'll be damned if I gotta go in here and eat with a [?] (I swear) Fools is sendin' signals but not sayin' a word I ain't payin' them no attention, 'cause I'm high as a bird I placed my order, ate my food, then walked up out that bitch with an attitude Got in the car, blazed the blunt from out the ashtray Never liked main street, so we take the backway My homey said pull-over, but I guess it couldn't wait 'Cause when my body hit the breaks it was like *throws up*
[Chorus]
(Car full of white boys) x 7
*siren*
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