Chris Carmouche - Muscle Cars lyrics

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Chris Carmouche - Muscle Cars lyrics

[Hook] (x2) Ford, Oldsmo's & Chevy's,(muscle cars) General Motors and my Dodge Hemi, (muscle cars) Cutla**, Stangs, Cougars. in the traffic (muscle cars) Falcons, nice Chevelles, Caprice Cla**ics.(muscle cars) [E-40] Not out of the local newspaper, but out the Auto Trader Cleaner, than virgin coochie, my n**', one owner Cutla**, playa' The beat wrapped, monster cables, the speakers humpin Trunk soundin like King Kong and Godzilla back there thumpin All we do is drink, and get high and pedal and push! Organic weed, mystery weed, just Purple Kush! I cut the the wheel well on my whip and filled that b**h up Now my muscle car sittin' high like a monster truck Monster up, s** up to none, don't be no poodle Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle In the heart of the soil where you can find me Try me f** boi', and get your face put on a white tee 40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak Them mainey a** voices and they styles is hekka unique High speed chases and runnin' lights Water in the duals make loud gla** pipes [Hook] [Keak Da Sneak] Four barrel carburetor, four speed tranny Dual exhaust dipped in sauce My car is a beast! Catch me in the streets sideways through the East- Side, boy, crunk like Lil' Jon $hort, 40, and Mac Keak the last don East Oakland, the land of the side show Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo' I'm ridin' sideways, this way, that way Doors open, while in traffic Hold the door open (Hello!) sh**'n on em', no front'n 455 got me runnin' up on Aston Martins Rear-end for the streets, not the freeway B&M shift kit (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea On my celly cell straight lace with no f**in juice Mobbin in my old school, like Lil' Bruce' [Hook] [Turf Talk] Four 15's, beat supreme Told n***as f** Rally's, ride gold one's, mayne Mother's off candid, don't hate because ya ain't me Race, fool, smoke in your facial (Bye!) Supercharger, push this bu*ton, that's my engine start up Pistol tucked, might be primered, but my engine souped up Foot to the floor When you open yours, don't scratch my doors 350, I push heavy Not a Ford, it's a (Chevy), (Chevy), (Chevy) First owner, not too many miles on her We rep the BAY, we don't rep California, (I'm lyin'...) I'mma run you for your car note Why you don't got SS in front of your Monte Carlo? Residence full of white folks I'mma leave fresh tire marks on top of they asphalt [Hook] [Outro 4X] You got a muscle car? You f**in' with them muscle cars?