DJ Whoo Kid - Beamer, Benz, or Bentley lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Budden] New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly You know I keep it filthy (out in) New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly Rockin spikes and the beater Beside me a diva I'm hearing all that talk bout how you ride wit a heater Make sure I dont survive, or when I see ya You'll sleep with a broke heart, like you went and took advice from Alicia Tell me if you really wanna take it there The best in the world if ya ain't familiar The wear the latest gear,love nope ain't a year Your scared style will get aired out Start, stop, and stare now Change the truck grill yea the car got Veneers now Lotta rappers spitting sh**, I dont wanna hear now They talking Gucci but they shoppin at Sears now If you ain't prepared now You get the warning yet I'ma go hard early, call it morning s** New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly Tinted up, rims steely If a n***a try to k** me Chalk it up as that brother wildin Ya minds playin tricks on you, get off Shutter Island Show you somethin' you never will see I'm gettin' checks every week You tryin' to meet your executive needs Im in executive suites, consecutively Somebody had to body it Guess the job was left to me So when I k** the track they can't charge me with double jeopardy They ask if you if Im a boss and you say no sir How you don't concur, my go-pher got a chauffeur Standing on the couch, in the club with a nympho Reppin' Slaughterhouse, you see the blood on the window Actually I'm tryna get wealthy, being broke isn't healthy So I ain't trying to buy whatever sh** they trying to sell me Broad up in the 'telly, I can trust her when she tell me Still bringing lunatics with me yea I learned that trick from Nelly Cuz I know that it get urgent When they see you just splurgin Strip club, in the private room tryna fix the curtain Wanna cause a big excursion? Run up on the kid squirting Make sure the Mac ain't broke and you ain't buy the Knicks version outta New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Nissan, Honda, Chevy Nissan, Honda, Chevy Nissan, Honda, Chevy My stash is never empty baby Nissan, Honda, Chevy Nissan, Honda, Chevy Nissan, Honda, Chevy The D's will never get me In my hoopty I be swerving, the public's who I'm serving Boost phone forever chirping, I be out there putting work in Know them dirty boys lurking, if they nab me then it's curtains So when I go see a person, I spin the block so I'm certain That it's cool, I'm no fool, see Raul is more than reckless So I meet him when it's busy at that Meeker/Morgan exit Off that BQE near B-B-B-B-B-B-BQE near Mickey D's And occasionally treat myself to a nice little fish and cheese I'm really, really in the street. Being broke's my enemy Teachers said I'm dumb but I dropped out and I know chemistry I make that soft get hard and meet my homey Pito In the parking lot of Home Depot off Northern Boulevard I got my route down pat, I'm about my stacks And my mouth don't chat, I let my bout-bout clap But I ain't with that though -- I'm trying to get that dough Beamer, Benz or Bentley - oh no - I stay low in that Nissan, Honda, Chevy Nissan, Honda, Chevy [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] Pistol clip and pistol That's all I rap abouts My dick, my pistol clip and pistol Pistol clip and pistol Pistol clip and pistol Thats all I rap about b**h My dick is like a missile, my pistols in my pants But my dick is hanging lower than my pistol clip and pistol b**h Now we talking bout my dick You know your sh** big When your b**h give you head and her mouth is only round the top of it Now lets talk about my pistol clip If the gun is playing music than the pistol clips an instrument The soldier holding on to the 4-4's composing The drum is (drum sound) 762s exploding Im about to stop talking bout my dick Pistol and my pistol clip Dick pistol pistol clip b**h, I'm a hypocrite If I say f** the world, that mean that I'm literally tryin' to put my big big dick in it My pistol clip be pistol whistling (Whistling) I hope you listening Pistol clip, pistol, big dick Now your b**h is interested Im bout to enter it and injure it I am not indirect I am so motherf**ing blunt Pistol clip, pistol dick b**h Im saying, you like "Oh my god, get that gun out of my face" Its not in your face its in my hand Pistol clip and pistol [Verse 4: Crooked I] Tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny That liquor f**ing with me Its Tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny That liquor f**ing with me Yea I'm Nickels, dimes, and pennies I'm dollars, fives, and twenties Then I'm twenties, fifties, Benjies Buy Beamers, Benz, or Bentleys Buy bullets, guns, and semis Buy Louis, Gucci, Fendi f** Wendy's, Mickey's, Denny's I'm Martin's, Chow's, and Benhi's With Keisha, Tosha, Kimmy Felicia, Shonda, Cindy Jamika, Dawn, and Ginny Tamika, Rhonda, Nicki They from New York, Jersey, Philly On tequila, vodka, Henny Patron, Ciroc, and Remy Some weed, shrooms, and pillies Now we loco, loony, silly f** their mouth, box, and tities (She is licking the shaft of the penis) Thats brain, breast, and kitty While Im drunk, fried, and tipsy While Im twisted, high, and dizzy p**y juicy, hot, and pretty Gooshy, gooey, sticky Gooshy, gooey, sticky b**h I'm Eazy, Pac and Biggie Off tequila, vodka, Henny Spit like Wayne, Ye and Drizzy Mixed with Em, Jay and 50 And my nissan, honda, chevy My pistol clip and pistol grip Rappers got a bigger buzz, b**h I got a bigger dick That was my Royce line I'm on my Cali, Brooklyn, Jersey and Detroit time (Slaughterhouse) them boys grind We going past the top, so Mt. Everest won't cut it You low budget, we bout to go public Tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny That liquor f**ing with me Tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny That liquor f**in with me