Turf Talk - Muscle Cars lyrics

[Hook] (x2) Ford, Oldsmo's & Chevy's,(muscle cars) General Motors and my Dodge Hemi, (muscle cars) Cutla**, Stangs, Cougars. (muscle cars) (In traffic) Falcons, 90 Chevelles, Caprice Cla**ics.(muscle cars) [E-40] Not out of the local news paper, but out the Auto Trader Cleaner, than virgin coochie, my n**', one owner Cutla**, playa' The beat wrapped in monster cables, the speakers thumpin Trunk soundin like Godzilla, and King Kong, back there thumpin All we do is WIC, and get high and petal and push! Organic weed, mystery weed, just Purple Kush! I cut the the wheel well, on my whip, and filled that b**h up And now muscle car sittin up high like a monster truck Monster up', s** up to none, don't be no poodle Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle In the heart of the soil, where you can find me Try me f** boi', and get your face put on a white tee 40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak They maynee' a** voices, and they styles is hekka unique High speed chase's and runnin lights Water in the duals, make loud gla** pipes [Hook] [Keak Da Sneak] Four barrel carburetor, four speed Tranny Dual exhaust dipped in sauce My car is a beast! Catch me in the streets side ways threw the east Side-Boi', crunk like Lil' Jon Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don East Oakland the land of the side show Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo' I'm ridin side ways, this way and that way Doors open, while in traffic Hold the door open, (Hello!) sh**'n on em', no front'n 455 got me run'n up on Aston Martins We run from dem on streets, not the freeway B&M shift kit ( kirrrk) me and Danny Phea On my celly cell straight lace with no f**in juice Mobbin in my Ol' skool, like Lil' Bruce' [Hook] [Turf Talk] Four 15's, beat supreme Told n***as f** Rally's, ride gold one's mayne' Mother's off candid, don't hate cause I ain't me Race, foo, smoke in yo' face, foo' Supercharger, push this bu*ton and my engine start up Pistol tucked Might be premiered, but my engine souped up Quick to the floor, when you open yours Don't scratch my doors. 350' I push heavy Not a Ford it's a (Chevy), (Chevy), (Chevy) First owner, not too many miles on her We rep the BAY, we don't rep California, (I'm lie'n...) I'm run you for your car note Why you don't got SS's in front of your Monte Carlo? Residence full of white folks I'm leave fresh tire marks top of they asphalt [Hook] [Bridge] (X5) You got muscle car? You f**'n wit' dem Muscle cars?