[Intro: Riding in my Yellow bottle on my gold in the trunk The screaming causing road rage And you know I'm Too to be bothered I don't when my phone rings money in the music business Like I'm in the dope Like somebody and lit the propane Oh
1: Rittz] Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing rage And you that I'm (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) Too to be bothered up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the business I'm in the dope game Like somebody and lit the propane I'm on Like I'm reunited an old flame I'm on (Yeah!) somebody came and lit the propane I'm on Like I'm with an old flame I'm on (Yeah!) I'm on
1: Rittz] Rittz up in bitch [?] me classy that classic Cadillac I fashion it in Bout' to drop a classic Here's a classic to match it Jordans on my I hit the gas and then I pass the weed I'm chiefing Had to the window gasping out my homie Cuz' he's on the missus in the back I you pushin it You almost burned a Right the cushions in my pillow seats They padded a mattress Million dollar Call me Jonny Funny I remember how it when I was local Now we travel coast to bitches holler "Hola!" When I'm in my Arizona candy coated [?] When you ride in chrome or solid You gotta it In my Carlo Bout' to park it up at [?] Haters they can But they can't take away my I took my lady I hit the and rolled up solo I'm
[Hook 2: Riding in my Monte Carlo on them chrome things in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing rage And you know I'm Too busy to be up and blowing smoke rings Making in the music business Like I'm in the game somebody came and lit the propane I'm on
2: MJG] On [?] I'm I thought I you serious Not a A juicy pussy her, I Fifty-five in a disguise, a Real nigga for 90's era Keep hoes As long as the blowing As as the friends going That's how you get ten That's and communication at its best and pimpin My is the test For all of the ones who think they are the Their popularity is Cuz' there you go thinking Now I done y'all niggas to be the best You gotta learn from the Cuz' we the rest Yeah me and my The Run He and Eric B.'s The Geto The Bun B's and the C's You [?] a trick But you can't charge
[Verse 3: Devin The I'm gone a drone in the sky I'm the wheel But I like I fly Pulling up Got some on me Continue to keep cool cops all around me hot as Tabasco Press on the gas Blew at an bitch She had a whole of ass though Creeping, corners I did in nine-six $1.50 a for gas Used to be higher'n a all day Smoke all And play some music I hope y'all like In the all good with the woofers Pulling up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and at D is what they say When see me I be coasting They be me for weed Because they know I be smoking day, all day Nigga I them a hit then split They be "Give me more, Devin" But I'm
3: Rittz] Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome Speakers in the The neighbors causing road rage And you that I'm Too busy to be up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the business I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the I'm on Like I'm with an old flame I'm on Like somebody came and lit the I'm on I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on I'm on (Ya-uh-ya, yeah!)
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