KLC - Big Truck Boys lyrics

(Chorus 2x) Buckle Up Boy Dont Give a f** boy Here The Gillatine Big Ryders With The rest of the Big Trunk boys Leather sh** With the Big Chrome Boy Hit 'em with flat double barrel Big strung Boy (Mystikal) Dont Get Caught Up with my big truck boy f** Up Doggg!! Respect My Line And Keep my sh** clean Ain't Gone Let The Big Buck Fall White On Black Tinted Windows With the big black dog n***a Slippin b**hes Toten Trying To Get Knocked Off Its With the corna sh** Sidewalk 3 6 Hard Ain't No motherf**a know whats on my old man log From Yall with the paint balls Horrible Dogs Ten hut but I can pay for it fog fog Somebody follin me in my rear view And it probaly them lawerys Thinkin im slanging that powder But I ain't bout to cop no charge Thats the pt crosier Double R no job But I ain't got no time im bout to ride to the frayer Hope they dont bring my sh** back cause he ain't to far If they take my sh** strait over to buisness for war I'm talkin better, he said you talk to B.K I said I ain't got the day I said you strait Yes im on my way with my sh** THATS what I did broke off head Show me whats up thats what I said Hot curds front light in the streets Wodie wanted every small car 5 10 east (Chorus 2x) (Mystikal) Tellin a motha f**a to strada Talk on the phone drinks grada State troopers can kiss my a** The rest of you b**hes gone eat my dust Hit the city limit Lyrics start Yellin "thats my truck" Pull Up the red light Tring to watch which n***a bone get back bra Packin towla gone rollin through town Catch up with the fella With drug dealls hooka's and stella's Better watch out for car jackers Some of the b**hs a** n***as jelouse Betta lock you tower girl They comin to get yo need devoloped Uptown hot be serivin like they be slappin round n***a's Them n***a got a gillatin in they navigator On the back n***as standin dancin Keepin this n***a on the nextel won't even awnser Some white n***a tryin to be like a snake Dont even know whats happening (Chorus 2x) (Mystikal) Belive me n***as on 18 & 19 20 up tinted up piped up Tank up filled up grilled up loaded siked up Hyped up iced up polo striped up might up They want fresh cuts they rush all like big trucks Big house big car big dogs like big stuff Big piano pig feet pig smoked hut hut hut I like the to let the sun roof to let the wind blow my hair I tured on 5th avenue boom! there them n***a's go right there Lookin at all them guns will do harm to yo eye balls These n***as live you might not see can the side walk Showing off with some thing mystikal Drip drop He aught know being a dog he gone tag it Looking like he gone charge at me cut n***a drinkin taboscian mixed with wine Put it 1 I put em with a cat fish Dangrous n***as having fun Holling at q we got a show in florida Here we come (Chorus till fade)