Cars*revving [Chorus*
4x - Nappy Roots] (Yes)
Oh yes it's them Lac Dogs Caddy, Hogs and D T. S. 's. Skinny
talkin bout that wood with that custom leather bangin, down I-65 (Oh
yes) It's them Lac Dogs Caddy, Hogs and D T. S. 's. [Verse
1 - Skinny Deville] Slaw
and slum but dubs are better who, you think gon' keep it live It's?
Nappy b h***what, have to come Pay
attention learn, your lesson yup, We
them country folk with Caddy Hogs and D T. S. 's. Lac, Dogs What
you think that Nappy gon' be broke forever S? t**naw Hit
the bank and cashin in on old investments What
you, ain't know about them country fried sessions Does?
that Likwit hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo' +Questions+ Kentucky's?
on the map now who, you think done gave directions From?
the top and back down we, rep the country to perfection Hella
poor straight from the South and haters must respect this Don't
it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Texas [Chorus?
]:[Verse
2 - Ron Clutch] (Let
me tell you about it) A-hand-me-down
from a real O G. all., day she stayed in park When
I first got my baby she could barely start Almost
never did she drive Born
in 1979 And
she weighed about a ton Big
ol' body built to run First
thing I done hauled, her over had, her hummin G notes Underneath
her hood hundreds, of horses powered her ego Her
government name was Coup Deville but I called her Miss Piggy Top
her with some [ ]?and fit her for some twenties (twenties) So
we took her to the edge and shoved it and still "Ball out on a Budget" Playas
hate that I be trickin like she's all that I'm love with Dug
in her guts laced, her up with leather and wood Together
it go good us, country boys forever stay hood [Chorus
]:[Verse
3 - B Stille]. And
ya shake, the lock off her muh'f r****trunk You
shove that s t**that go bump bump bump bump When
ya hit, the block make her muh'f r****jump Roll
your window down stop, look, like somethin like a pimp Roll
that window back up and, show 'em they reflection and their ultrafade Then
chop on that sucka like Wesley's +Blade+ Escalade
D T. S. switch., it up keep, them haters on they toes Red
Rolls Fleetwood, hoes Can't
believe it when, they see them twenty fo's believe, it My
ham and cheese the freshest [Chorus
]:Now
what I'm talkin bout I? give you three guesses [Verse
4 - Big V] You
feel the wind don't, ya You?
hear the tires squallin Kentucky
Colorado, Boston, down to New Orleans Big
bodies get it done Dodge, Ram preferably Black
magic lookin, better then Wesson fryin a pan of fish Cause
they do run run they, do run run Gangsta
leanin like they do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta) Adjective
describin, what I'm rollin in Them
country fellas ain't gon' stop it we, on the road again [are
Prophet]. Got
plans Pac, fan +Strictly 4 my N I. G. G. A. Z. +.God
damn yes, I am the, thriller with the skrilla Stop
starin we, not playin Armor
color kryptonite Fast
roller cash, swoll up Rims
nice but thank God our dreams came to life The
mind mold up The
crowd hold us Soldiers
quick to throw they rags when I roll up Dimes
is quarters Prophet
never look this fine since I grinded Cola Sell
liquor my, rhymes is colder Roll
up
