[Engine cranking & tires squeeling]
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It's time to step out on the scene (raise some hell)
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I'm drunk as a bi-cycle (cycle)
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Can't you tell?
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Can't even see straight I'm (cranked as hell)
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Gone on that g-g-green (Can't you smell?)
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Step out the back seat of a 78 (Chevelle)
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Club wasn't jumpin' so we (had to bail)
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Fixin' to check out the next spot
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My niggas is 'bout to wreck shop
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We don't ask, we just bop
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We run up, we get drop
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Parking lot crunk (thugs and drug pushers)
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Yeah you know the ski-low (blunts and the sub woofers)
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Car fulla white boys (there's no doubt)
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If some shit go down (Slim be the first one out)
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Locked up with a fool three times his size
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What you need, on yo' team, when it's time to ride
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Abuncha dirty white boys, that's not for the game
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We will take your ass to war like Sadum Housane
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If you kick my ass, you gotta do it again
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Every time that you see me till I finally win
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(And then) I'm kickin' your ass until I'm content
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You're gonna be walkin' 'round for months wearin' my finger prints.
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(I'm none of them) goofy, white boys from the movies
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Talk shit and have to shoot ya (Your hardcore!) absolutely
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Take it across your face with a nickel-plated
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I think my dog just got dislocated
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[Chorus]
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[engine]
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It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
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All units be on the look out for a (Car full of white boys)
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It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
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[siren] (Car full of white boys)
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It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
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Dispatch we've got a visual on a (Car full of white boys)
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It's on for tonight boy (Car full of white boys)
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[siren and engine]
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(Aww man) (I ain't throwin' out shit)
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Looked at my watch it said 11:36
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Turned down 2nd Avenue in a big body bitch
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Mean muggin' haters heads bobbin' up and down
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Hollerin' southside out the window, my people don't fuck around
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It's like they're lookin' for a reason to straight clown
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We get gone on that goo and that straight crown
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One hundred proof absolute, ridin' around blazin'
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(All cars be on the lookout for a car full of caucasians)
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Eyes so tight we could pass for Asians
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So if they pull us over play like you don't speak English
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Passed some pretty gals, I told my boy to slow down
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Man your rides a piece of junk, the window won't roll down
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We didn't get no play, from the ladies
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(Naw) 6 crackers in the car, are you crazy?
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I'm real with them crows, I ain't 'bout to front
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Man we out of blunts, pull over fool.
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[Chorus]
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Stopped in circle K and got a box of sweets
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Smoked one now we feelin' like (let's get somethin' to eat)
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But Wendys was closed, I was mad as hell
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I guess we'll go to Waffle House and get a Patty meal
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But them omelettes is the bomb, shit, toast with jelly and jam
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Hashbrowns covered with cheese, chilly, and ham
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The awful waffle was packed, but I'm not going to Krystals
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I'll be damned if I gotta go in here and eat with a [?] (I swear)
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Fools is sendin' signals but not sayin' a word
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I ain't payin' them no attention, 'cause I'm high as a bird
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I placed my order, ate my food, then walked up out that bitch with an attitude
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Got in the car, blazed the blunt from out the ashtray
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Never liked main street, so we take the backway
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My homey said pull-over, but I guess it couldn't wait
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'Cause when my body hit the breaks it was like [throws up]
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[Chorus]
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(Car full of white boys) [x7]
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[siren]
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Car Fulla White Boys
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Haystak |