[Cars 4x - Nappy Roots] (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 - Deville] Skinny bout that wood with that custom leather, bangin down I-65 Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think keep it live? It's Nappy bitch, what have to Pay attention, learn lesson, yup We them country folk with Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs What you think Nappy gon' be broke forever? Shit naw Hit the and cashin in on old investments What, you ain't about them country fried sessions? Does Likwit hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo' +Questions+? Kentucky's on the map now, who you think gave directions? the top and back down, we rep the country to perfection Don't it look so slum with 55 from New York to Texas? Hella poor straight from the South and haters must respect
[Verse 2 - Ron (Let me you about it) When I first got my baby she could start A-hand-me-down from a O.G., all day she stayed in park Almost did she drive in 1979 And she weighed a ton Big ol' body to run First thing I done, her over, had her hummin G notes Underneath her hood, of horses powered her ego Her government name was Coup Deville but I called her Miss Top her with some (?) and fit her for twenties (twenties) Playas hate that I be like she's all that I'm love with So we took her to the and shoved it and still "Ball out on a Budget" Dug in her guts, her up with leather and wood it go good, us country boys forever stay hood
[Verse 3 - B. You shove that shit that go bump bump bump And ya, shake the lock off her trunk When ya, hit the make her muh'fucker jump Roll window down, stop, look like somethin like a pimp Roll that window back up, and 'em they reflection and their ultrafade Then chop on that sucka 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 twenty fo's, believe it My ham and the freshest Now what I'm bout? I give you three guesses
4 - Big V] You the wind, don't ya? You hear the squallin Kentucky, Colorado, Boston to New Orleans Big bodies get it done, Ram preferably Cause do run run, they do run run Black magic, lookin better then Wesson fryin a pan of Gangsta leanin like they do in Los (that's gangsta) Adjective, describin what I'm in Them country fellas ain't gon' it, we on the road again
[R. God damn, yes I am, the with the skrilla Got plans, Pac fan 4 my N.I.G.G.A.Z.+ Stop starin, we not Armor color Rims nice but thank God our dreams came to Fast roller, swoll up The mold up The hold us Soldiers quick to throw they rags I roll up is quarters Sell liquor, my rhymes is Prophet never look fine since I grinded Cola up