special smile You've got something that I really love Jump in my car I just can't wait Jump in my car It won't be late Jump in my car Give me your heart
in my A.M.G. Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar Got to have a phone when I'm in my car Was my homeboy Red
in my A.M.G Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar Got to have a phone when I'm in my car Was my homeboy Red Some
peeping the scene So when my niggas trail Screaming out one eighty seven and bail Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now How my nigga
it's hard Sort of just like my gangster car You know what I mean, Vern? It's like funny I mack legit and make all the money See my capital T on my diamond
know it's hard Sorta just like my gangsta car Ya know What I mean, Vern? It's like funny I mack legit and make all the money See my Capital T on my diamond
fucked up Runnin' outta time, and shit outta luck Take that! *2 gunshots* I ain't goin' down mothafucka'! Take this! *2 gunshots* My car roof could suck my
for a drop Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggaz
they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss
wack cats, I hate DAT's Since way back, made great tracks, I lace raps Yo face that, before you catch aluminum bats From numerous cats with Run-D.M.C
dollars till my heart stop beatin' and I'm dead [Hook] [Pimp C] Unh Sweet Jones is the pimp of the year Wrist full of frozen fireworks 6 in my ear,
bout? Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south, But try to turn my fans against me, Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin'
The call me Honcho I like to Spark-le I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the charcoal Am I a star? NO Ya' in my car? NO My name is Soopafly, bitch so
Peace to Chuck, Chuck D, yeah You're not tellin' 'em huh? Yeah They go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar When
back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my God, show 'em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from
:] What! Rock-a-dollar, Magic city. Por favor believe it. MC, Gemini, Guerilla Black, C'mon. [Chorus:] All my playaz, thugs, and my ballaz. All my peeps
like "humpty hump" Feel the funk comin through your elephant trunks I ain't even Kriss Kross my clothes yet And yet y'all wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump
I wonder which ride, we gon flip this year 2002 Escalade, yes, we skipped the year About to jump through the Kappa, the young pro rapper Three or four girls in my car
