Soundbombin'

(альбом: Muscle Car Chronicles - 2012)

Tell the driver to pull my truck up
Me and this L.A. woman stumbling out the club fucked up
The Jets my set I so love us
Call home to my bitch, I come back after I come up
If you got my back mama donэt front
If my racks pop a collar, I'll fly you out in a month
Dropping tops, bottle's pop
Planes still taxiing, Tarmac macking
Strawberry diesel ratting on itself
From my carryon bag if you'd like to take a smell
Camouflage cargos, tube socks and gray Chucks
High all the time the OGs tell me to stay up
Being real is a pay cut, or so it was
Dipped that chronic light, gray purple L, crystal fuzz
Talking out her head, its obvious that Crystal's buzz
Clipped her out the rotation, no more weed for her
Snap out of it, coach you on how to ball
Spitta-time-ginavitch, where the wild things?
Muscle cars and where the marijuana is
To be half as fine as him is an accomplishment