[Chorus 2X: Shabazz the Disciple] To all my big timing niggas wit they Tonka's on Big blaze, big trucks, nigga, honk ya horns Whether standard or stick shift, sitting on dubs With both hands and your wrist lit, nigga, show love
[Shabazz the Disciple] To all my niggas getting money wit them big car keys To them luxury Sadans or them SUV's We be, big pimping, spending cheese Rolling out on 22 inch, B-A-L-D's Whether you leaning on them '64 Chevy's or them Impala's Alfa Romeos or alpha dinero, popping dollars Or pimping in the Jaggy waggy, buggy lenses The Lex Coupes, the Beemers or them wide body Benz's Or burning up the I-95, with some Porsche's Baby blue, racing car kit, twin exhausters Ac' truck, mack tuck, or black Volvo Promotion van flooded with logos, or rapping solo No matter if you pimping a truck or low riders As long as you got big blaze on your shottys My dogs pulling them rabbies up, twisting them baggies up We beating them fatties up, backseat of the cabby truck Come through fronting in a Bentley aqua blue Rocking Gucci alcatudes, top back burning tropical Rock an Infinite and a Lamborghini all kitted Them shits that turn colors when the sun hit it Twisted bikinis in the backseat sitted They looking peachy and creamy and they wit it Test my sex drive, in the beemer X5 Or Yukon Danali, you gon' deny me? Recording artist who borrowed this, cargos and yard 'dro Who driveway look like a Funk Flex car show Big toys, car bikes, galore The ones with them spaceships, steering wheels and doors Uh, straight off the showroom floor, fuck the auction We flossing that shit that be costing a small fortune
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[Shabazz the Disciple] I like my chickies like the sticky-icky, no seeds And it don't matter if she licky-licky, she could blow me I sent the tickies and after she hit me, hit my co-ds The D.A. mad cuz he can't convict me, no leads It's my hustle and my criminal intent to distribute That got me counting yacht, cars, boats and crib loot I love fast money, fast women and fast cars We open up the B.Q.E. like Nascar The hammers in the stash (fuck the law) The scanners in the dash (peddle touch the floor) Whip penals in the smash (duck -----) ------ Project make the girls go down Money manages and massages make the world go 'round Rocking George Jetson Audi's with the spaceship lights Or them racecar letters same color the bike Hah, straight off the showroom floor, fuck the auction We flossing that shit that be costing a small fortune
[Chorus]
[Shabazz the Disciple] Ain't nothing iller than a naked chick in a Chinchilla Laying the seat back, fucking up the mirror Or pimping with the girls in the curly shilling With Shirley Temple curls and Louis Vitton shirling Tahoe, eyes low, and you don't say goodbye Now I'm dipping on your Ninja Honda with Teresa and Rhonda Wig tucked, big truck, with they Tonka's on I'm feeling your gangsta, mami, honk your horns Ain't nothing like a good fuck on the bike She riding you while you doing bout a buck on the pipe We blow kisses at the mamis with them platinum yamis Or dipped in the Armani, pimping the Ferrari Look at esta loca in a Testarosa I play my cards right, tonight, she strip and I'mma broker Straight loca, Gucci sofa and a choker You buffing with the three of clubs, I got the high joker This summer who be ya number one stunner Whether blowing in a black four runner or in a Hummer Or swerving in a big suburban, or Excursion We coming to a mall near you, pimp serving Lot a bling, bada bing, bandanas and brims All that money in your pocket why you got small rims If it ain't a Ceville, Yami, or Chevy pull it over Or, your little wheels get ran over by the Landrover
[Chorus 2X]
[Interlude: Shabazz the Disciple] Yeah, S.T.D., my nigga Ganz, hah, yeah Ringz & Partnerz, my man Moongza, haha Cilvaringz, what? A Tilburgh master Red Hook, stand up, the block, baby
[Hook 2X: Shabazz the Disciple] I'm feeling good, tonight, smelling and my ones is right My team's strong and my guns is right I know some of ya'll hotties in the party wanna fuck tonight Who trying to leave in my truck tonight?
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[Chorus 2X: Shabazz the Disciple] To all my big timing niggas wit they Tonka's on Big blaze, big trucks, nigga, honk ya horns Whether standard or stick shift, sitting on dubs With both hands and your wrist lit, nigga, show love
[Shabazz the Disciple] To all my niggas getting money wit them big car keys To them luxury Sadans or them SUV's We be, big pimping, spending cheese Rolling out on 22 inch, B-A-L-D's Whether you leaning on them '64 Chevy's or them Impala's Alfa Romeos or alpha dinero, popping dollars Or pimping in the Jaggy waggy, buggy lenses The Lex Coupes, the Beemers or them wide body Benz's Or burning up the I-95, with some Porsche's Baby blue, racing car kit, twin exhausters Ac' truck, mack tuck, or black Volvo Promotion van flooded with logos, or rapping solo No matter if you pimping a truck or low riders As long as you got big blaze on your shottys My dogs pulling them rabbies up, twisting them baggies up We beating them fatties up, backseat of the cabby truck Come through fronting in a Bentley aqua blue Rocking Gucci alcatudes, top back burning tropical Rock an Infinite and a Lamborghini all kitted Them shits that turn colors when the sun hit it Twisted bikinis in the backseat sitted They looking peachy and creamy and they wit it Test my sex drive, in the beemer X5 Or Yukon Danali, you gon' deny me? Recording artist who borrowed this, cargos and yard 'dro Who driveway look like a Funk Flex car show Big toys, car bikes, galore The ones with them spaceships, steering wheels and doors Uh, straight off the showroom floor, fuck the auction We flossing that shit that be costing a small fortune
[Chorus]
[Shabazz the Disciple] I like my chickies like the sticky-icky, no seeds And it don't matter if she licky-licky, she could blow me I sent the tickies and after she hit me, hit my co-ds The D.A. mad cuz he can't convict me, no leads It's my hustle and my criminal intent to distribute That got me counting yacht, cars, boats and crib loot I love fast money, fast women and fast cars We open up the B.Q.E. like Nascar The hammers in the stash (fuck the law) The scanners in the dash (peddle touch the floor) Whip penals in the smash (duck -----) ------ Project make the girls go down Money manages and massages make the world go 'round Rocking George Jetson Audi's with the spaceship lights Or them racecar letters same color the bike Hah, straight off the showroom floor, fuck the auction We flossing that shit that be costing a small fortune
[Chorus]
[Shabazz the Disciple] Ain't nothing iller than a naked chick in a Chinchilla Laying the seat back, fucking up the mirror Or pimping with the girls in the curly shilling With Shirley Temple curls and Louis Vitton shirling Tahoe, eyes low, and you don't say goodbye Now I'm dipping on your Ninja Honda with Teresa and Rhonda Wig tucked, big truck, with they Tonka's on I'm feeling your gangsta, mami, honk your horns Ain't nothing like a good fuck on the bike She riding you while you doing bout a buck on the pipe We blow kisses at the mamis with them platinum yamis Or dipped in the Armani, pimping the Ferrari Look at esta loca in a Testarosa I play my cards right, tonight, she strip and I'mma broker Straight loca, Gucci sofa and a choker You buffing with the three of clubs, I got the high joker This summer who be ya number one stunner Whether blowing in a black four runner or in a Hummer Or swerving in a big suburban, or Excursion We coming to a mall near you, pimp serving Lot a bling, bada bing, bandanas and brims All that money in your pocket why you got small rims If it ain't a Ceville, Yami, or Chevy pull it over Or, your little wheels get ran over by the Landrover
[Chorus 2X]
[Interlude: Shabazz the Disciple] Yeah, S.T.D., my nigga Ganz, hah, yeah Ringz & Partnerz, my man Moongza, haha Cilvaringz, what? A Tilburgh master Red Hook, stand up, the block, baby
[Hook 2X: Shabazz the Disciple] I'm feeling good, tonight, smelling and my ones is right My team's strong and my guns is right I know some of ya'll hotties in the party wanna fuck tonight Who trying to leave in my truck tonight?
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