I'm Built For The Truck

(专辑： Public Enemy #1 - 2005)

Okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What the fuck?

I'm built for the truck, but I look good in a coupe (Ahh)
A fresh fitted, white T and some boots
My army fatigues, and still I rock the shit out of suit—
B Mac

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go

I'm built for the truck, but I look good in a coupe
A fresh fitted, white T and some boots
My army fatigues, and still I rock the shit out of suit
Blowing my trees, but you know my twist is the juice
(Mortuary music)
I stay on my lean, riding shotgun in a hoop'
Number thirteen the banger, number nine on "The Truth"
Man, I do it for my niggas locked, [?]
Surviving off tuna and soup
If I ain't talking to Dame about millions, I'm schooling the youth
Thinking crack and sports is all they can do
I got a nice little jimmy but I'm good with the hoops (Haha)
Locked getting plenty, but I make more in the booth
To tell you the truth, nigga, I'm a stone cold hypocrite
'Cause if I ain't having it, somebody getting it
Mask on, .44, sticking shit
Cock back, nigga, gimme the loot
I'm like Bishop in "Juice" before he went to the roof
Like Ill with the 'matic, no chip in my tooth
Sling pies, without the bow tie and the suit
Niggas want to know the reason that Sig' is the truth
I'm the shit like three wings, salt, pepper and hot sauce
A loosie and a bag of chips
(Woo)

I'm the shit like three wings, salt, pepper and hot sauce—

Green Lantern, what up?

I'm the shit like three wings, salt, pepper and hot sauce
A loosie and a bag of chips
Niggas never satisfied 'til they casket hit
Preacher get grazed, a pallbearer fall in the grave, uh
(Fuck)