H.A.W.K. - S.U.C. Remix lyrics

S.U.C. remix... [Hook - 2x] Still tipping on 4-4's, wrapped in 4-4's (4-4's I'm tipping, wood grain I'm gripping) Tipping-tipping on 4-4's, wrapped in 4-4's Pimping-pimping fo' hoes, and packing 4-4 [H.A.W.K.] Still tipping on 4-4's, riding with fo' hoes With suicide do's, swanging out of control Downtown friday night, wood wheel bub lights Chrome grill sitting right, swanging through the red night Man I'm looking out of sight, candy paint looking clean Same color as a tangerine, fo' 15's and fo' screens I should be in a magazine, I turn heads when I hit the scene In some'ing n***as ain't never seen, unless they seen it in they dreams Then I got the seven deuce, candy red on juice Big rims big roof, banging knocking the hinge loose Shaking like a earthquake, Fat Pat on the plates Hit the switch watch my b**h, three wheel pancake Rearview on my dash, .40 Cal in my stash Turning corners acting bad, n***as catching whiplash Screw banging in my ride, dime on my right side H-A-Dub-K, representing Southside [Grace] Guess who the game runner, in your deck bout to wreck it Turn it up and let it bang, on the mic and then check it I been slamming do's since '94, swanging gla** with the trunk on glow Go-getter stay paid I love the do', spit hot sh** they love the flow On a daily make 'em pay me, slab pop trunk surround Candy painted chrome shoes, raining screens in your town Gripping grain leaving stains, through the rain switching lanes Fo' 15's and fo' screens, five swangas that swang We rolling out down in the South, the trunk up and top down Pulling out and looking good, gripping wood and we gon clown You know G-R with them touch screens, white gold and blue cream Standing out when on the scene, blowing dro on leather green Blue 52 we keep spinning, turning heads when corner bending 24's or 84's, coming down and we chrome tipping Southside we swang wide, 44's or 4-5's Bullets fly and jackers die, when f**ing with them G rides [Lil' Keke] H-Town game colder, Sunday night strip roller Diamond mouth Dirty South, legendary slab holder Flipping on new vogues, in the parking lot of my shows Might be macking on two hoes, and I'm tipping on 4-4's Touch the bu*ton scoot back, automatic roof cracked Fill your cup windows up, I could bulletproof that Candy paint Southside, a wood grain wheel guider Hit the switch raise it up, bring it back shoot fire Beat the trunk let it bang, let them boppers do they thang Bust a right hit my lights, catch him in the turning lane Pull up like a boss man, driving with my floss hand Ba** hitting hard in the trunk, like a church band Don Ke' you know it's on, Big Po' Mike Jones Big rims big chrome, in and out your time zone Hustlers get your swang on, gangstas let it roll I'm tipping on 4-4's, and I'm riding under control [Big Pokey] I'm sitting on 4-4's, fo' point stands like a bulldog Blue lens headlights, horse po wer under the hood y'all Old school like a eight track, my cake stacked like a brick wall Roof pushed back when the six crawl, tip in the motor I ditch laws Do' slammer rimmed up, driveway decorated Fo' hammers stash spots, everywhere n***as hating Off the gut raise it up, Afghan blaze it up Park the car play the truck, meet the Rican weight it up Po' it up shake it up, fo' 15's trying to break it up Slab riding with the hockey game, I be the n***a that'll take the Cup State to state pulling up, like a hamstring they know Dina International worldwide, cool but ain't no hoe neither It's pimping here I'm a hoe bleeder, jet black fo'-fo' heater 4-4's on four vogues, weed stashed in the do' speaker On Boulevards I'm a slow creeper, hog the lane like the trash truck Dog I chase these fast bucks, n***as better get they cash up (*talking*) S.U.C., the Take Over Get ready for it baby, Straight Wreckin Vol. 3 It's coming, we ain't stopping baby S.U.C