Rollin with a gang o’ posse in my Hummer: H2
Gettin’ hummers for my clique, HUMMERS for MY WHOLE CREW
Boy, don’t act like you never knew! Your girl’s
Gettin’ busy in the back seat of the drive-thru

My method’s tried and true, check the rap videos
Drivin’ through the city all ballin’, car’s stallin’
Cuz my ride is runnin’ on fumes, Outta gas.
Now Hop in the back seat so I can smack that ass

She’s moanin’ as we get down to straight bonin’,
The Wizard’s takin’ video with his mobile phone n’
Hey bro, let me get a hit of that stinky sweet dank
AwwwwWWW shit’s almost empty, gotta fill up the tank

Balls hangin’ on da hitch, ladies stickem on my window
And we waitin’ de tanks not full
All the ladies in my ride dig my stereo, (I don’t think so)
Yes we waitin’ de tanks not full

So If ya think ya tough ya bedda watch de rough stuff
Smoovie and da wizard gonna call ya bluff
pop a cap in ya ass for dem mean tings ya said
a 40 n’ my gat. Now you dead

We goin’ get murda charges today,
Never hurda’ me, boy? Oh, now you gon’ pay
Gonna drop ya face down, den we pick up a pound
Hot box da cab, I feel so fabulous

You call dat rough stuff I call it fake fluff
Freestyle battle me n’ you’ll leave in a huff
– Puff puff, pass “Hey, move ya fat ass!”
Well get out the fuckin’ way! I need to get more gas!

Balls hangin’ on da hitch, ladies stickem on my window
And we waitin’ de tanks not full
All the ladies in my ride dig my stereo, (I don’t think so)
Yes we waitin’ de tanks not full (I don’t think so)

No I never take my tank off the pavement
Pull over at the rail crossing, made a train wreck.
Don’t strain ya neck Mr. officer should you pass me that ticket
I got my cricket bat, the gats cocked back wicked

Cops go to heaven when they see my uzi
Its a 1-8-7 ON THE R.C.M.P.!!!!!
Spray my Mac 11 when the fuzz harass me
Its a 1-8-7 ON THE R.C.M.P.!!!!

Are you a phony gangsta wanna-be MC? like me!
You smoke dat purple sensimilla, no seeds. The Chronic. .

Boy, toke til you choke off the smoke of the hot box
in my truck til’ the air’s toxic. Fuck – Shit!

Get mad blitzed, and drive around sippin Goose n’ cran
You know I drive pissed, helps me stay loose, man
You think we’re serious but we mock fake gangsta rap stank
Oh, I really have to fill up my tank.

Balls hangin’ on da hitch, ladies stickem on my window
And we waitin’ de tanks not full
All the ladies in my ride dig my ster-e-o
Yes we waitin’ de tanks not full

Pull up in my hummer truck you all fucked
No time to get dumb struck ya boxed in stuck
When ya sittin’ in da big car line up
I pump da gas, toxic shit puts you back on your ass

Peoples want know when I’m bringin’ my game
So I jack da subs an’ pull out my AK
Da flames on me ride show de power inside
Hot ladies in da back; I’m a real cool guy

We’re er’ to tell you that you can’t be tough
unless you got a big truck to strut your stuff
Gots to have de talk and de attitude
Decals n’ mud-flaps, ladies in nude

The North american psyche
Tells me biggie size it den you’ll like me
Well if ya look way down I reveal it
We just act like dis cause we got small dicks

No, I didn’t mean that, girl. I got a big dick
We huge girl!
No, no, girl, see you got it all wrong
Its just part of the song, girl.

I really got a big dick,
No, its really damn huge
Didn’t mean to say that
We actually have really large penises

 

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