G35
I pull a hunnid five on the I in my
G35
I aint got a plan when I put
The whip in drive
Just rolling with the Jams
When im high in the ride
Pull a hunnid five on the I in
My G 3 5
Cruisin round the city I aint
Ducking from law
Just looking for these bands
Im on the job
All I need is gas in the tank
Couple dollars in the engine
Bay
Pedal to the medal
PDX but aint no rainy day
Cruising round the city
Everybody fuckin wit me
Cuz they know im bout
To blow and I aint talking
Bout wit whitney
I keep a G ride
Rolling Stones
Glossy colored
Painted Black
Wakanda on the tags
And im about to get
The Matchin tat
Hear the way she purring imma
Ride in on a thundercat
On any given day
Imma ride
Like I got the strap
The streets
Fuck wit me
These broads
Fuck wit me
Clubs know my name
Im as litty as a titty
Imma bout to get a milli
Dawg im cut like that
Open hand like Mac miller
Yellin cut my check
So sayonara muthafuckas
Y'all don't want this smoke
Bitches call me big papa
But I live west coast
Mr Micheals be ya host
Let me pop my toast
Y'all could catch me I5
Full blunts til roach
I pull a hunnid five on the I in my
G35
I aint got a plan when I put
The whip in drive
Just rolling with the Jams
When im high in the ride
Pull a hunnid five on the I in
My G 3 5
Cruisin round the city I aint
Ducking from law
Just looking for these bands
Im on the job
I keep it washed at the kaddy
Mac daddy but no Cadillac
100 on the rims
Keep on rollin even
Off the gas
Flying down the freeway if
I crashed
Imma end up on the evening
News or traveling to the past
These niggas guessing when I
Roll by
The Blur Fly
I got em swiveling they neck piece
No closed eyes
I be parked up on the curb
Wit a button
Got em scurred
Cuz the woofers in my
Car
Gon get me locked behind some bars
After this I get the N02
Tank
And double charge
After that I get the next check
The bullet guards
I be circling the spot
Wit my tapes and my
Thoughts
Know the police on the block
And I aint bout to make it hot
So I roll and I creep
Watch em gain a lil
Speed
Anybody you gon meet
Just spitting facts when he speak
When it come to the tracks
And competing at the meets
Ill be the muthafuckin king
Of these Portland city streets
I pull a hunnid five on the I in my
G35
I aint got a plan when I put
The whip in drive
Just rolling with the Jams
When im high in the ride
Pull a hunnid five on the I in
My G 3 5
Cruisin round the city I aint
Ducking from law
Just looking for these bands
Im on the job
G35
I aint got a plan when I put
The whip in drive
Just rolling with the Jams
When im high in the ride
Pull a hunnid five on the I in
My G 3 5
Cruisin round the city I aint
Ducking from law
Just looking for these bands
Im on the job
All I need is gas in the tank
Couple dollars in the engine
Bay
Pedal to the medal
PDX but aint no rainy day
Cruising round the city
Everybody fuckin wit me
Cuz they know im bout
To blow and I aint talking
Bout wit whitney
I keep a G ride
Rolling Stones
Glossy colored
Painted Black
Wakanda on the tags
And im about to get
The Matchin tat
Hear the way she purring imma
Ride in on a thundercat
On any given day
Imma ride
Like I got the strap
The streets
Fuck wit me
These broads
Fuck wit me
Clubs know my name
Im as litty as a titty
Imma bout to get a milli
Dawg im cut like that
Open hand like Mac miller
Yellin cut my check
So sayonara muthafuckas
Y'all don't want this smoke
Bitches call me big papa
But I live west coast
Mr Micheals be ya host
Let me pop my toast
Y'all could catch me I5
Full blunts til roach
I pull a hunnid five on the I in my
G35
I aint got a plan when I put
The whip in drive
Just rolling with the Jams
When im high in the ride
Pull a hunnid five on the I in
My G 3 5
Cruisin round the city I aint
Ducking from law
Just looking for these bands
Im on the job
I keep it washed at the kaddy
Mac daddy but no Cadillac
100 on the rims
Keep on rollin even
Off the gas
Flying down the freeway if
I crashed
Imma end up on the evening
News or traveling to the past
These niggas guessing when I
Roll by
The Blur Fly
I got em swiveling they neck piece
No closed eyes
I be parked up on the curb
Wit a button
Got em scurred
Cuz the woofers in my
Car
Gon get me locked behind some bars
After this I get the N02
Tank
And double charge
After that I get the next check
The bullet guards
I be circling the spot
Wit my tapes and my
Thoughts
Know the police on the block
And I aint bout to make it hot
So I roll and I creep
Watch em gain a lil
Speed
Anybody you gon meet
Just spitting facts when he speak
When it come to the tracks
And competing at the meets
Ill be the muthafuckin king
Of these Portland city streets
I pull a hunnid five on the I in my
G35
I aint got a plan when I put
The whip in drive
Just rolling with the Jams
When im high in the ride
Pull a hunnid five on the I in
My G 3 5
Cruisin round the city I aint
Ducking from law
Just looking for these bands
Im on the job
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Writer(s): Shaquille Bell
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