Custom Made Gangstas (cmg) - 84's lyrics
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(feat. Big Pokey) [talking:] Southside Don Ke, Sensei Starched down, and I'm rolling on 84's Get your hood up, Herschelwood-Y.S.P. Southside, feel this [Lil' Keke:] Starched down so clean, crease still in my jeans Drank purple candy red, money and the dro green Sideways, turn crooked in my ride I'ma wipe the Lac down, it's Saturday night live Trunk open boppers scoping, everything's good Dro burning 4's turning, welcome to the hood Supersonic mean green, like I'm Shawn Kemp I'm far from a mark, but I'm some'ing like a pimp I pull out on a hot day, Cadillac or Chevrolet Butter seats black heat, wish a nigga would play I'm 22's, Emmit Smith's like a big boss My neck froze, 84's like I'm Randy Moss I pay the cost, cause them Texas boys they ride slab We Southside till we die, can I get some dap It's C.M.G., S.U.C. cause it's all the same I hit 'em hard and wreck a broad, when I'm on them thangs [Hook x4:] Starched down, and I'm rolling on 84's [Big Pokey:] Starched down, rolling on them 84's gripping wood Swanging wide, representing Southside looking good Turning corners in the hood, sitting on insane glass And I got a pocket full of, do the damn thang cash I'ma mash for my dreams, ass on the Palamene Infra beam on the seat, hauling when I hit the scene '64 hardtop, six tre hill green Starched down, rolling on them Randy Moss looking clean I'm the dude with the roof back, burning the rubber Put a blanket on my flame, and I'm burning the cover 4-5 in the glove spot, nigga we covered Put the wife and kids to bed, we looking for supper I live in the struggle, got pigeons to juggle These G colored stones, make your vision double Sensei sick with the hustle, sick with the grind And I'm sitting low to the flo', ridiculous shine yeah [Hook x4] [Lil' Keke:] The Don and Sensei, we mobbing the highway The wood grain is tilted, we sitting on soft grey 4's and two prone, so mirror is so glass The Benz sitting on his ass, with a European mask 40 supreme gas, a dream of getting cash The Vette' do 200, you can see it on the dash The king in the building, bitches give me the crown 84's and low pros, I'll still be starched down [Big Pokey:] 84's turning, and it's time to get our shine on On the grind, a whole bunch of money what my mind on I switch time zones, nigga I'm a mob boss Vogue tire peeling off, some'ing with the ceiling off Three wheeling off, beating like a masturbator Deuce out the roof, when you see us passing by the haters We got the Lexus, T-Rex's and the Navigators Rims up on the crawl, like a alligator [Hook x7]
Custom Made Gangstas (cmg) Lyrics
