My Automobile

(الألبوم: Drankin Patnaz - 2003)

Ride in my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill)
Turn up my radio (Yeah)
Got this mean look on my grill
In my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill)
I got that thang (For real)
Got this mean look on my grill

Early morning, splitting Swishers, shit, you gotta love it
Cruising down 285, chilling, steady puffing
Got that thang, don't want no trouble in my Coupe DeVille
Sitting good, blasting the sound, doing what I feel
[?], though what you see ain't nothing but a thrill
Laid back, checking the scene with a look that kills
Rolling through southwest 4B to see my folks
Windows down, sun shining, no rain as I flow, uh
Back and forth through [?] Atlanta, catching such a breeze
Looking forward to later on to get back in these streets
So I keep pushing and hauling, switching 'em up fa'sho
Scoop up my patna, ride out, then turn up my radio

Ride in my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill)
Turn up my radio (Yeah)
Got this mean look on my grill
In my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill)
I got that thang (For real)
Got this mean look on my grill

I ride out in a '69 classic
With the [?] in the door, yeah, that's it
Just like I tore out the plastic
The only thing, got a tray full of ashes
'69 Impala with the wood grain
Slum nigga, Benz, it's a hood thang
Don't make me pop up my hood, mane
[?]
Interior original
One playa, young individual
Shorty ain't looking for no trouble
Keep sum' just in case you wanna find me, though
In my automobile
Smoking and drinking still
Dodging these roadblocks, I'm swerving
Trying not to scrape my wheels
My pimpin's so for real
Big Chevy [?]
Make a bitch faint when she see her face through the paint
I see her toenail clean through the rim
Ooh, they know 'bout him
[?] with the Gucci brim
Keep the thang on my side in my ride
These fuck niggas can't fuck with him

Ride in my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill)
Turn up my radio (Yeah)
Got this mean look on my grill
In my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill)
I got that thang (For real)
Got this mean look on my grill

Ain't nothing like it when you're cruising through the city
And your jam on the radio
Make these haters see you do good
On them rims, gripping wood
Keep that thang and let them motherfuckers know

Ride in my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill)
Turn up my radio (Yeah)
Got this mean look on my grill
In my automobile, don't want no trouble (I'm chill)
I got that thang (For real)
Got this mean look on my grill