Cnote - In Da Trunk lyrics

[talking:] Uh yeah, C-Note in here King of the slabs, y'all know how we do it Know how we do it, that rider music [Hook:] In the trunk, in the trunk Uh, my n***az get it crunk We in the trunk, we in the trunk Uh, my n***az ain't no punks [C-Note:] We in the trunk my n***a, we get it crunk my n***a C-Note is six figgas, bet it bump my n***az Got you looking and she tooken, I can see your heads turning Fist full of grain, and it's money I'm burning And I'm sick with this, Screwed Up Click with this Got it thick, with the blueberry ice on the wrist In the trunk I'm crunk, swerving lane to lane Making boys disappear, like I'm David Blaine And I'm riding on 4's, and my trunk is glowing I ain't seen you in a while, but that a** is growing I be beating up the block, rather rain or snowing I be waking people up, like a old man snoring Fifth wheel chromey grill, blue steel I'm real In the trunk I put b**h n***az that ain't real And I'm trill with the thang, I'm ill with the thang Southside n***a, and we running the game what up [Hook x2] [C-Note:] Show em, how we ride on the Southside Go show em, how we ride on the Southside Tell em, how we ride on the Southside Southside n***a, what we swang and we bang wide I'm in the trunk on MLK, in the trunk at the club I'm in the trunk of this chick, that was feeling the dubs And my piece shine bright, like them neon lights I'm in the trunk like blinking lights, when you making a right Southside so tight, I know you feeling me mayn If the rest of the world, ain't feeling the slang Bring your music and bang, cause this is how we ball I be beating up your block, knocking pictures off the wall Got them screens that fall, got it lit like a lamp Feel it like a earthquake, when I crank up the amps And we ride real slow, to these Screwed Up beats And I'm the king of these slab, when it come to these streets [Hook] [C-Note:] Trunk half way cracked, as I circle the block Push an automatic bu*ton, when I drop the top Parking lot of the club, swanging side to side And them boppers looking hard, cause they love to ride Just me and my n***az, going blunt for blunt 18's in the trunk, going punch for punch I be taking n***az out, like they going to lunch We rolling slabs down South, and we popping them trunks [Hook x2] [talking:] Coming down, wrecking This how we do, on the Third Coast I'm still in it n***a, C-Note 85 till I die, Clover G n***a we out