E-40 - Cutla** lyrics

[Hook: x2] My paint be drippin' wet I'm clean as Clorox And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutla**, Cutla** [Verse 1: E-40] The roof of my roof's bald headed convertible top What use is a old school if it ain't a drop I got a zap of rock and a 5th of Ciroc Teflon burner glove don't get molly-wopped She liking on me she loving what she see A big n***a with style S.W.A.G. Every since a child had G.A.M.E. Backwards a** smile bet not f** with me Electric dash electric gla** electric everything Highly carbureted dual exhaust camillion booger green Fresh back from the car wash fresh back from a bathe When the sun hits my paint it turns a different shade I ain't got time to be bullsh**tin' I got money on my agenda I've been gettin bread since I came out of the placenta Sevas in the summer time rallies in the winter Side wood light skin big booty tender [Hook x2] [Verse 2: B-Legit] I keep them bands on deck my mans on a jet Some soft up on the block in a duce cutty drop I remember when I copped back in '88 I set em on some straights filled the trunk with fosgates And since I'm movin weight you know I couldn't wait Brought that motor out the crate then I taught it how to skate We turnin figure eights half and whole cakes We take em on a chase We ain't tryin to take the case b**hes know I'm fly got that vocal tone And when they see me they be askin what I'm smokin on I tell em cookies b**h you know I got that provolone And you can call me on the under on my iPhone You see me insides you know I keeps it stocked And when I leave the block everybody stop and watch You never know you might catch a sideshow I lay that top back down and then I drive slow [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Richie Rich] b**h this ain't my Bentley this my seven duce TV deg W sevens press that big ole zeus Matter fact I got a pair of those for dummies that means 2 My sh** is clean as f** but when I brought it it was through I took it off the frame b**h this not a game Got motor new suspension brand new everythang Candy orange outside guts c**aine Rims hella chromey see my face and my chain New shoes on it 22's homie And I would leave that b**h at home if I was you homie Cause I'm a swing it sideways and slap to the trap Off Patron and a zone with the zap on my lap Change my flow up fasho but never f** the dough up In the city where prices go down but never go up n***as see the Cutla** and they know it's the double Flossin on that a** and you know you in trouble [Hook x2]