[Intro] [Pigeon John Talking] Yeah, this is...Ferrari love. C'mon, Ferrari love Hi ho Silver. Oh yeah, Ferrari love. Everybody. Hi ho Silver. C'mon
[Chorus] Giddy up [x30]
[Verse One] Y'all niggy's be trippin' At the same time Pigeon's still rippin' Yo, you're lookin' like a chicken Head cut off and you're bouncin' and slippin' But me I'm like, "What?" Five dollars in the pocket, still good luck With that I take out my girl Show her how not to eat...and the world Let's take a trip out to Watts Throw up in HP and get shot Hangin' out the window and a cop Pulls up and rudely asks what drugs we got I said, "Hey, I don't smoke weed I don't drink Vodka and I don't need speed." It feels good to be me O to the G from Hawthorne city Oh shoot
[Chorus] Giddy up [x30] I don't know where to go I don't know [x4]
[Verse Two] Oh shoot I'm cute I've got to believe that cause no one is really goin' to I hang out with my friends (Makin' big lucci and would have it no other way) Yo Who the heck was that? I'm Pigeon John baby and this is my rap Yo, you need some permission (Giddy up giddy up giddy up) Hold up on the chorus Just listen See Everything around is so O to the G (ha ha) It feels good to be free (la la la la) Chillin' with my girl and sippin' coffee This is for the hardcore And you know that it's real And you know I'm packin' steel You need to read a book Listen to Phil Collins and learn to write a hook
[Chorus] Giddy up [x30] I don't know where to go I don't know [x4]
[Verse Three] (Oh now?) One time Niggy's don't even know how to begin and shine That don't even know their whole style's genuine Created by the only true God Divine See He created you Your whole little style and your weird nose too Yo, let's get a tattoo Tribal Get a clue Stop smokin' glue I mean sniffin' Yo, hold up wait, I'm trippin' This is for my peeps The skateboarders And the dudes who drive in Jeeps You're all a bunch of geeks I'm just playin' dude (whoa!) Switch up your attitude Or get smacked in the cheek Come on hold my hand and just rock to the beat
[Chorus] Giddy up [x30] I don't know where to go I don't know
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro] [Pigeon John Talking] Yeah, this is...Ferrari love. C'mon, Ferrari love Hi ho Silver. Oh yeah, Ferrari love. Everybody. Hi ho Silver. C'mon
[Chorus] Giddy up [x30]
[Verse One] Y'all niggy's be trippin' At the same time Pigeon's still rippin' Yo, you're lookin' like a chicken Head cut off and you're bouncin' and slippin' But me I'm like, "What?" Five dollars in the pocket, still good luck With that I take out my girl Show her how not to eat...and the world Let's take a trip out to Watts Throw up in HP and get shot Hangin' out the window and a cop Pulls up and rudely asks what drugs we got I said, "Hey, I don't smoke weed I don't drink Vodka and I don't need speed." It feels good to be me O to the G from Hawthorne city Oh shoot
[Chorus] Giddy up [x30] I don't know where to go I don't know [x4]
[Verse Two] Oh shoot I'm cute I've got to believe that cause no one is really goin' to I hang out with my friends (Makin' big lucci and would have it no other way) Yo Who the heck was that? I'm Pigeon John baby and this is my rap Yo, you need some permission (Giddy up giddy up giddy up) Hold up on the chorus Just listen See Everything around is so O to the G (ha ha) It feels good to be free (la la la la) Chillin' with my girl and sippin' coffee This is for the hardcore And you know that it's real And you know I'm packin' steel You need to read a book Listen to Phil Collins and learn to write a hook
[Chorus] Giddy up [x30] I don't know where to go I don't know [x4]
[Verse Three] (Oh now?) One time Niggy's don't even know how to begin and shine That don't even know their whole style's genuine Created by the only true God Divine See He created you Your whole little style and your weird nose too Yo, let's get a tattoo Tribal Get a clue Stop smokin' glue I mean sniffin' Yo, hold up wait, I'm trippin' This is for my peeps The skateboarders And the dudes who drive in Jeeps You're all a bunch of geeks I'm just playin' dude (whoa!) Switch up your attitude Or get smacked in the cheek Come on hold my hand and just rock to the beat
[Chorus] Giddy up [x30] I don't know where to go I don't know
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