My Coupdavil
Once again it's on so y'all just chill
Cause here comes the man in this coupdavil
Summer breezing, tis the season
Open up the door so the honnies can squeeze in
We about to take a trip today
To the city that they call LA
But hey, Compton, Pico, Pasadena
Westwood, Watts and West Covina
Lynwood, Lakewood, Yosten Mello
Hawthorne, Downy and Montebello
Pomona is where we made a quick stop
But Monte is we find the lead end up
Feel with pride, I park my ride
I got front and back and side to side
I fire up the funk and then just chill
My coupdavil
Rolling around all over town
OGs hitting switches
In my coupdavil up on a hill
Won't you come roll through my city
Yeahhh
No pain, no gain
Head up to Pico to pick my homeboy Slow Pain
Yo, hop in the back G
Cause homegirls riding up front up with me
I'm the body laying low in the backseat
Sitting in between these two fine freaks
All G'd up for this one, called me Slow "The Baby" Pimp
My walk and talk and make love with a limp
Rolling in the funking old coupe
Bouncing on five-20 D's, like two OG's
Foos please, laid back kicking and jock the ride
The funking hood be rolling up inside
All rolled up, hold up
Damn tied drives me nuts
I better chill that coupdavil
My coupdavil
Rolling around all over town
OGs hitting switches
Well in my coupdavil up on a hill
Won't you come roll through my city
Oh Yeahhh
Rolling with my homies and we straight up G's
Plus it's got to be about 80 degrees
In L.A., but some call it Los
Every bodies hitting switches in the funky west coast
Yeah, we young and hard
Rolling up Whittier boulevard
My skin is light but my rhymes are brown
It's hard not to sell out and still be down
But we be doing them same old things
Like waxing up the caddy or polishing the Dayton Daze
Hitting switches, hooking up with hynas
And I can bet you twenty, I got fives right behind us
I hope that the huras don't swoop
On my burgundy Cadillac coupe
Cause me and the homeboys, we got to chill
In my coupdavil
Rolling around all through the town
OGs hitting switches
Well in my coupdavil up on a hill
Won't you come roll through my city
Welll
Cause here comes the man in this coupdavil
Summer breezing, tis the season
Open up the door so the honnies can squeeze in
We about to take a trip today
To the city that they call LA
But hey, Compton, Pico, Pasadena
Westwood, Watts and West Covina
Lynwood, Lakewood, Yosten Mello
Hawthorne, Downy and Montebello
Pomona is where we made a quick stop
But Monte is we find the lead end up
Feel with pride, I park my ride
I got front and back and side to side
I fire up the funk and then just chill
My coupdavil
Rolling around all over town
OGs hitting switches
In my coupdavil up on a hill
Won't you come roll through my city
Yeahhh
No pain, no gain
Head up to Pico to pick my homeboy Slow Pain
Yo, hop in the back G
Cause homegirls riding up front up with me
I'm the body laying low in the backseat
Sitting in between these two fine freaks
All G'd up for this one, called me Slow "The Baby" Pimp
My walk and talk and make love with a limp
Rolling in the funking old coupe
Bouncing on five-20 D's, like two OG's
Foos please, laid back kicking and jock the ride
The funking hood be rolling up inside
All rolled up, hold up
Damn tied drives me nuts
I better chill that coupdavil
My coupdavil
Rolling around all over town
OGs hitting switches
Well in my coupdavil up on a hill
Won't you come roll through my city
Oh Yeahhh
Rolling with my homies and we straight up G's
Plus it's got to be about 80 degrees
In L.A., but some call it Los
Every bodies hitting switches in the funky west coast
Yeah, we young and hard
Rolling up Whittier boulevard
My skin is light but my rhymes are brown
It's hard not to sell out and still be down
But we be doing them same old things
Like waxing up the caddy or polishing the Dayton Daze
Hitting switches, hooking up with hynas
And I can bet you twenty, I got fives right behind us
I hope that the huras don't swoop
On my burgundy Cadillac coupe
Cause me and the homeboys, we got to chill
In my coupdavil
Rolling around all through the town
OGs hitting switches
Well in my coupdavil up on a hill
Won't you come roll through my city
Welll
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Writer(s): Ken Gold, Michael Denne, Raul Granados
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