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| 13 Dec 2016 05:54 PM |
[Hook x2] (PBJ)
Grippin' the wheel, Made of wood, Got a ticket worth a meal, Ridin' through my hood,
[Verse 1] (PBJ)
Cadillac Slab on 4's and Candy Paint, Thinkin' we broke in the hood, no we ain't, Ridin' on 4's & vogues and they look so good, That we get carjacked every single day in the hood, Til' I put that pistol up in they face, Tell 'em that I'm gonna blow out all they brains, Then they run away, 'Cause they know who I am, Mr. PBJ Packin' a #4. man, South Park, Houston Texas where this [S] go down, Everybody know I am the one runnin' the town, They know who hold it down, It's the one and only, Mr. (F) a friend never be yo homie, (B)!
[Hook x2] (PBJ)
Grippin' the wheel, Made of wood, Got a ticket worth a meal, Ridin' through my hood,
[Verse 2] (Tixx The Rapper)
I'm not from H-Town, So I don't ride on 4's, But I do slam them Cadillac doors, I ride on White Walls & Vogues, In a low low, Drivin' real slow, Looking for the (H's) Baby now you know, It's Tixx, and PBJ, Makin haters, die today, We the ones that they can't defeat, The competition is obsolete, This Cadillac, is an antique, One things for sure, we are elite, Yeah,
[Hook x4] (PBJ)
Grippin' the wheel, Made of wood, Got a ticket worth a meal, Ridin' through my hood,
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