Jim Crow - Hot Wheels lyrics

(Girl giggling) [Chorus - 1: Jim Crow] The ladies they choose They love when I cruise They all want to sleep with me Because of 22's on my car (Cars, cars, cars) Some raw 24's, Avalanche wit TV's When you get up inside Don't spill no liquor on the seats of this car (Cars, cars, cars) I met this chick in a drop, '67 Crovette I offered to call her But she's playin' hard to get in her car (Cars, cars, cars) Every girl that I know And every girl that I see They all wanna cut But it's really not me, it's the car (Cars, cars, cars) [Verse: Mr. Mo] I'm in the Regals 'n Cutla**, Impalas Trucks, they f**in' be droppin' Engine's suspension be squeeking b**hes by speakers they freaking Police they catch us indecent In the vehicle that's leased up Buddy in the Cutt all tree'd up He knew what it was so he eased up Musta' been the candy paint (paint) That attracted them jackas and skanks (skanks) Know that them hams is spanked (spanked) For the Candid Camera man Everybody face get stuck (stuck) When the brand new Benz pull up And it's sitting on the dubs in Trade (Trade) Jump out wit a throwback Braves (Braves) n***a ain't playin' this treal (treal) I got a crib but the cars where I live [Chorus - 2: Jim Crow] The ladies they choose They love when I cruise They all want to sleep with me Because of 22's on my car (Cars, cars, cars) Some raw 24's, Avalanche wit TV's When you get up inside Don't spill no liquor on the seats of this car (Cars, cars, cars) [Verse: Polow] Hold up, bendin' corners (bendin' corners man) On 22's (on them Lil' Joe's man) I'm that n***a (I'm that n***a) That groupies choose (that groupies will do) Now I'm a G (G - G) Straight from the start (start start, start) And when I pull this pistol (pow pow) It's gon' stop ya hard (awww) Give it to me now, figaroh figg-aroh I'm old school, fall through in the '84 Wit brick red top, Cadillac brome That's why your baby mama won't leave me 'lone Got a girl named Shanelle wit a blue Chevelle Big lil' freak from ATL Got a freak named Tonya wit a black Impala Ten-thousand dolla' rims, still stay wit her mama Now she's so ghetto, but it's all gravy I ain't got nuthin' but love for ya baby, now pay me Got a older lady, she drive a Mercedes The only thing crazy is the hoe smell shady But, yes of coarse, yes of coarse By age 20 I'm pushing Porshe I'm the boy wit the raps, hoes on my back Ain't nuthin' in the world like my Cadillac [Bridge: Jim Crow] We pull up in the vert like WHAM! Shawty in the skirt like WHAM! Gave her two minutes in the back like WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Yea, that stankin' lankin' WHAM! (Cars, cars, cars) Make a lame a** n***as say DAMN! [Verse: Cutty Cartel] '87 Re-gal, gut so clean Eights and bolds on the Cuttla** Supreme Original paint, dudes in the back Thangs I do to that old school 'Lac Mink on the necks, b**h on the grill Cherry wood when I whip my wheel Some bought us a Beem, the girl gon' drill Chrome on the rims on this car here Candy apple wit a slant in the a** I scoop this girl off Ashley She don't care bout spending her change (her change) She just like riding on these thangs [Chorus - 1] (Cars, cars, cars)