Rittz - Propane lyrics

[Rittz:] Riding in my Caddy El Dorado on my gold things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered I don't answer when my phone rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane Oh bang Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!) Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire (Yeah!) Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire (Yeah!) I'm on fire Rittz up in this b**h They should nickname me cla**ic Driving that cla**ic Cadillac I fashion it in traffic Bout' to drop a cla**ic album Here's a cla**ic song to match it Jordans on my feet I hit the gas and then I pa** them Smell the weed I'm chiefing Had to crack the window gasping Cussing out my homie Cuz' he's ashing on the missus in the back I said you pushin it You almost burned a hole Right through the cushions in my pillow seats They padded like a mattress Million dollar motive Call me Jonny Global Funny I remember how it felt when I was local Now we travel coast to coast Spanish b**hes holler "Hola!" When I'm in my Arizona Home It's candy coated LoLo When you ride in chrome or solid gold You gotta showboat In my Monte Carlo Bout' to valet park it up at Fogo Haters they can hate But they can't take away my mojo I took my lady home I hit the club and rolled up solo When I'm Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire [MJG:] Pimp Tight, M-J-G I thought I told you serious Not a joke A real juicy p**y Poke her, I Fifty-five driver Never in a disguise, a Real n***a for real 90's era survivor Keep hoes hoeing As long as the wind blowing As long as the friends going That's how you get ten going That's multiplication and communication at its best Power and pimpin My manipulation is the test For all of the ones who think they are the greatest Their popularity is sinking Cuz' there you go again thinking Now I done told y'all n***as Wanting to be the best You gotta learn from the best Cuz' we invented the rest Yeah me and my O-G's The Run D-M-C's E-P-M-D's Rakim's and Eric B.'s The Geto Boys The Bun B's and the Pimp C's You might [?] a trick But you can't charge these [Devin The Dude:] I'm gone like a drone High in the sky I'm behind the wheel But I feel like I fly Pulling up chromey Got some cookies on me Continue to keep cool with cops all around me It's hot as Tabasco Press on the gas slow Blew at an ugly b**h She had a whole bunch of a** though Creeping, bending corners Like I did in nine-six $1.50 a gallon for gas Used to be higher'n a b**h Ride all day Smoke all night And play some funky music I hope y'all like In the hood all good Kenwood with the woofers Pulling up on d-boys, thugs, pimps, and hookers Look at D is what they say When they see me When I be coasting They be asking me for weed Because they know that I be smoking Every day, all day n***a 24/7 I give them a hit then split They be like "Give me more, Devin" But I'm [Rittz:] Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things Speakers in the trunk The neighbors screaming causing road rage And you know that I'm Too busy to be bothered Rolling up and blowing smoke rings Making money in the music business Like I'm in the dope game Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire Like somebody came and lit the propane I'm on fire Like I'm reunited with an old flame I'm on fire I'm on fire (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah!)