E-40 – Muscle Cars LyricsFollow
Ford, Oldsmo's & Chevy's,(muscle cars)
General Motors and my Dodge Hemi, (muscle cars)
Cutlass, Stangs, Cougars. (muscle cars) (In traffic)
Falcons, 90 Chevelles, Caprice Classics.(muscle cars)
Not out of the local news paper, but out the Auto Trader
Cleaner, than virgin coochie, my nigg', one owner Cutlass, playa'
The beat wrapped in monster cables, the speakers thumpin
Trunk soundin like Godzilla, and King Kong, back there thumpin
All we do is WIC, and get high and petal and push!
Organic weed, mystery weed, just Purple Kush!
I cut the the rear weld, on my whip, and filled that bitch up
And now muscle car sittin up high like a monster truck
Monster up', suck up to none, don't be no poodle
Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle
In the heart of the soil, where you can find me
Try me fuck boi', and get your face put on a white tee
40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak
They maynee' ass voices, and they styles is hekka unique
High speed chase's and runnin lights
Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes
[Keak Da Sneak]
Four barrel carburetor, four speed Tranny
Dual exhaust dipped in sauce
My car is a beast!
Catch me in the streets side ways threw the east
Side-Boi', crunk like Lil' Jon
Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don
East Oakland the land of the side show
Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo'
I'm ridin side ways, this way and that way
Doors open, while in traffic
Hold the door open, (Hello!)
Shit'n on em', no front'n
455 got me run'n up on Aston Martins
We run from dem on streets, not the freeway
B&M shift kit (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea
On my celly cell straight lace with no fuckin juice
Mobbin in my Ol' skool, like Lil' Bruce'
Four 15's, beat supreme
Told niggas fuck Rally's, ride gold one's mayne'
Mother's off candid, don't hate cause I ain't me
Race, foo, smoke in yo' face, foo'
Supercharger, push this button and my engine start up
Might be premiered, but my engine souped up
Quick to the floor, when you open yours
Don't scratch my doors. 350' I push heavy
Not a Ford it's a (Chevy), (Chevy), (Chevy)
First owner, not too many miles on her
We rep the BAY, we don't rep California, (I'm lie'n...)
I'm run you for your car note
Why you don't got SS's in front of your Monte Carlo?
Residence full of white folks
I'm leave fresh tire marks top of they asphalt
You got muscle car?
You fuck'n wit' dem Muscle cars?
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