[Cars [Chorus 4x - Nappy (Yes) Oh yes it's them Lac Dogs, Hogs and D.T.S.'s (Oh yes) It's Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
[Verse 1 - Skinny Skinny talkin bout that wood that custom leather, bangin down I-65 Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' it live? It's Nappy bitch, what to come Pay attention, learn lesson, yup We them country folk with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac What you think that gon' be broke forever? Shit naw Hit the bank and in on old investments What, you ain't know about them fried sessions? Does that Likwit hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo' Kentucky's on the map now, who you think done gave From the top and down, we rep the country to perfection Don't it look so slum 55 from New York down to Texas? Hella poor straight the South and haters must respect this
[Verse 2 - Ron (Let me tell you it) When I first got my baby she could barely A-hand-me-down from a O.G., all day she stayed in park Almost never did she in 1979 And she weighed a ton Big ol' built to run First I done, hauled her over, had her hummin G notes her hood, hundreds of horses powered her ego Her government name was Coup Deville but I her Miss Piggy Top her with (?) and fit her for some twenties (twenties) Playas hate that I be trickin like all that I'm love with So we took her to the edge and shoved it and "Ball out on a Budget" Dug in her guts, laced her up with and wood Together it go good, us country forever stay hood
[Verse 3 - B. You shove that shit that go bump bump bump And ya, shake the lock off her muh'fucker When ya, hit the make her muh'fucker jump Roll your down, stop, look like somethin like a pimp that window back up, and show 'em they reflection and their ultrafade Then on that sucka like Wesley's +Blade+ D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on they toes Red Rolls, Fleetwood Can't believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, it My ham and cheese the Now what I'm talkin bout? I give you three
4 - Big V] You feel the wind, ya? You hear the squallin Kentucky, Colorado, Boston down to New Big bodies get it done, Dodge Ram Cause they do run run, do run run Black magic, lookin better then Wesson a pan of fish Gangsta leanin they do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta) Adjective, describin I'm rollin in country fellas ain't gon' stop it, we on the road again
[R. God damn, yes I am, the thriller the skrilla Got plans, Pac fan 4 my N.I.G.G.A.Z.+ starin, we not playin Armor kryptonite Rims but thank God our dreams came to life Fast roller, swoll up The mold up The crowd us Soldiers quick to they rags when I roll up Dimes is Sell liquor, my is colder Prophet never look fine since I grinded Cola up