Lexicon - Import Tuner Exclusive lyrics

Apathy, Celph Titled, Lexicon Another cheap shot banger (Code Name?) Ap (How You Roll?) Acura (Accurate) Your wack quips inferior My interior is immaculate Rims spinnin' and glimmerin' in the sun With an air freshener the scent of a cinnamon bun Got a girl in the pa**enger seat, a pa**ionate freak And while I'm pa**in' the jeep, I'm blastin' a beat I told her put down that import tuner and face Ap Head to head in my lap like we was racin' a track (Code Name) Celph (How you roll?) Navigator (Agitator) Aggravated a**ault, we spittin' laughin at you haters Find me out on the pacific coast With fly Philippine mommies 9mm launch the shells behind me Highly civilized in a civic with chrome rims Opponents drop gems you get around in old Tims In New York Celph Titled's like a sewer rat Push up on your girl 'till she's like "STOP DOIN' THAT!" (With the average man on the street these bright colored little cars were almost too little to be taken seriously. But they soon learned to respect them) (Code Name?) Nick (How you Roll?) A Saturn (Seriously?) With a cracked windshield that forms a pattern So when the lights hit it, it looks just like ice But the scratches on the side make the chicks look twice I'm sittin on 14's, factory stock Watch me throw it in 5th and make the whole whip block rattle Shimmy and shake the shocks 'till they crack (it's whack) But super-powered by the L on the back (Code Name?) Oak (How you roll?) In a Civic (How you livin'?) So-so, my boy dinged the door but all's forgiven Plus my hubcap kinda looks absurd From that time I was high, misjudged, and drove up on the curb Now I'm flippin' through the pages of an import tuner Gettin' jealous, lookin' at two things I need sooner Than later, now I'm droolin' so I grab a tissue I need a new car and that honey from the May issue (They could go faster, corner harder, and in general outshine any automobile)