Haystak Lyrics

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Car Fulla White Boys Lyrics

*Engine cranking & tires squeeling*

 

 It's time to step out on the scene (raise some hell)

 I'm drunk as a bi-cycle (cycle)

 Can't you tell?

 Can't even see straight I'm (cranked as hell)

 Gone on that g-g-green (Can't you smell?)

 Step out the back seat of a 78 (Chevelle)

 Club wasn't jumpin' so we (had to bail)

 Fixin' to check out the next spot

 My niggas is 'bout to wreck shop

 We don't ask, we just bop

 We run up, we get drop

 Parking lot crunk (thugs and drug pushers)

 Yeah you know the ski-low (blunts and the sub woofers)

 Car fulla white boys (there's no doubt)

 If some shit go down (Slim be the first one out)

 Locked up with a fool three times his size

 What you need, on yo' team, when it's time to ride

 Abuncha dirty white boys, that's not for the game

 We will take your ass to war like Sadum Housane

 If you kick my ass, you gotta do it again

 Every time that you see me till I finally win

 (And then) I'm kickin' your ass until I'm content

 You're gonna be walkin' 'round for months wearin' my finger prints.

 (I'm none of them) goofy, white boys from the movies

 Talk shit and have to shoot ya (Your hardcore!) absolutely

 Take it across your face with a nickel-plated

 I think my dog just got dislocated

 

 [Chorus]

 *engine*

 It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)

 All units be on the look out for a (Car full of white boys)

 It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)

 *siren* (Car full of white boys)

 It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)

 Dispatch we've got a visual on a (Car full of white boys)

 It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)

 *siren and engine* 

 

 (Aww man) (I ain't throwin' out shit)

 

 Looked at my watch it said 11:36

 Turned down 2nd Avenue in a big body bitch

 Mean muggin' haters heads bobbin' up and down

 Hollerin' southside out the window, my people don't fuck around

 It's like they're lookin' for a reason to straight clown

 We get gone on that goo and that straight crown

 One hundred proof absolute, ridin' around blazin'

 (All cars be on the lookout for a car full of caucasians)

 Eyes so tight we could pass for Asians

 So if they pull us over play like you don't speak English

 Passed some pretty gals, I told my boy to slow down

 Man your rides a piece of junk, the window won't roll down

 We didn't get no play, from the ladies

 (Naw) 6 crackers in the car, are you crazy?

 I'm real with them crows, I ain't 'bout to front

 Man we out of blunts, pull over fool.

 

 [Chorus]

 

 Stopped in circle K and got a box of sweets

 Smoked one now we feelin' like (let's get somethin' to eat)

 But Wendys was closed, I was mad as hell

 I guess we'll go to Waffle House and get a Patty meal

 But them omelettes is the bomb, shit, toast with jelly and jam

 Hashbrowns covered with cheese, chilly, and ham

 The awful waffle was packed, but I'm not going to Krystals

 I'll be damned if I gotta go in here and eat with a [?] (I swear)

 Fools is sendin' signals but not sayin' a word

 I ain't payin' them no attention, 'cause I'm high as a bird

 I placed my order, ate my food, then walked up out that bitch with an attitude

 Got in the car, blazed the blunt from out the ashtray

 Never liked main street, so we take the backway

 My homey said pull-over, but I guess it couldn't wait

 'Cause when my body hit the breaks it was like *throws up*

 

 [Chorus]

 

 (Car full of white boys) x 7

 

 *siren*