Car Fulla White Boys lyrics

*Engine cranking & tires squeeling*

It's time to step out on the scene (raise some hell)

I'm drunk as a bi-cycle (cycle)

Can't you tell?
Can't even see straight I'm (cranked as hell)

Gone on that g-g-green (Can't you smell?)

Step out the back seat of a 78 (Chevelle)

Club wasn't jumpin' so we (had to bail)

Fixin' to check out the next spot

My niggas is 'bout to wreck shop

We gonna break this down and roll a blunt

YEAH

( Verse 1 )

Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excel

Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail

Destined to fail

But I done came to far to turn back

Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks

I learned to add and subtract

And I never went back

"If you don't dig this you definitely ain't from down here...

like this, here I say...."

[Verse 1]

Imagine me in a SUV
Sports utility, them boys from Tennessee

Ooh-ee the stee-lo, they know

Tennessee tags on the back of the Durango

Ain't no players like down south players

Them boys there do come clean, I swear

Can't every click duck crew

Do as we do

Soooooooouth Siiiiiiide! yeah yeah

Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love

Those who didn't (Ha Ha)

[Verse 1]
I reckon I'm country like biscuits and gravy

Balling just picture me baby

You and me hit you so crazy

You gonna be pushing them daises

We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades

While you hustling on the block

We fishing in the Everglades

[Chorus]

Can I get some of that (4X)

Hey man blaze this blunt

[Verse 2]

Can I get some of that Northern Lights

Four hits and I'm feelin more than right

Gimme some of that tru puffin player

Big ol buds and purple hairs

That light green, wit no seeds

Ain't nuttin like some good weed

Just puff puff till its all gone

Papers, pipes, blunts, bongs

Hey homie where you come from

Who me I come from tha bottom tha bottom tha bottom

Tha bottom by haystak mak million

The trials and trigilations of the lost souls forced to life

On the bottom we do what we got to do

Baby there aint no rules no regulations

There's only playing and hating down here

What side are you on side are you on side are you on

I wish you could see me crying like a baby

Grieving not believing he's on a machine keeping him breathing

He aint leaving hell naw he's staying right here

Hoping Im dreaming caught up in a nightmare

Emergency technicians cut him out his clothes
So they could see tha bullet holes put tubes up his nose

I suppose I'm suppose to be strong but damn that

My boy was supposed ta live longer

( Verse 1 )

I don't even know what you saw in me

Could have had a man with a law degree

A house on the hill is where you oughta be

Spendin money like you just hit the lottery
On vacation in the Florida Keys

By now you could have had a family

Instead you ridin around smokin trees

Droppin off D in the sedan with me

Is it what you thought it would be

Did you think I'd change

Everybody wants to ride....

Everybody gonna die....

( Verse 1 )

??? slow rhymes to the top in no time
Stay showtime, I showshine, running like I'm on the goal line

Grabbed the chrome nine, procede with caution

Around here shit's rougher than Stone Cold Steve Austin

Floss, ridin dirty with strikes against me, say what's on my mind