[ Featuring E-40, Ty Dolla $ign ]
Yeah
Purps on the beat, Purps on the beat
From Cali to New Orleans
And back
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
I'm a low rider mostly, I cruise, I hop
But I got a couple muscle cars tucked at the spot
Talkin' about Camaros, El Caminos, Monte Carlos
Homie, I got a few of those
Pie track, tire scratch, you smell the smoke
Smell like love to me though
Down south flow, I get love on the left coast
Dippin' with my loved ones in a rag boat
Smoked out, three wheels through the Home Depot
Then I flew right back to the NO
Hit Canal Street with my people
They was out doin' donuts, like the shit was all legal
Burnin' rubber, going crazy at the second line
Remind me of that one time, I was in the Bay with a homie of mine
Camaros and Trans Ams dancin' in the sunshine
Sideshow, they was like swung what you brung
If your engine ain't right don't come
The homie laid 5 grand on the trunk
Like which one of you boys wanna run
The cars then lined up, they raced he won
Got back to the stunts like what
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
From the scrimmage, blowing lettuce, collard greens spinach
Higher than the Big Dipper my nigga, sky's the limit
Chameleon paint on my transportation I'm switching lanes
When the sun hit my automobile the colors change
Tremendous slack for a bitch
Detachable steering wheel with the kill switch
Born to ball, VS's
Furniture in my mouth like Paul Wall from Texas
I'm after my multiplications I'm in the streets like bullet cases
But right now I'm off an edible, and my heart racing
Credible, reputable, I show love to my folks
Tap in with my people, my ghetto pass ain't revoked
This my corner sign, a Glad bag and a scale
Penitentiary chances, 4 and a half by 12 foot cell
Got a Cutlass up in storage a Falcon and a Chevelle
Hanging up out of the window turning donuts in Camaro
Nigas'll hop in they vintage, yellow white black and brown
In the Bay these nigas'll shut the Golden Gate Bridge down
In the Bay these niggas go crazy especially in the town
To the side show make the car spin like a merry go round
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Dropped two hunnid on a brand new drop
I just threw my six four back in the shop
Started all over, now my shit gon' hop yea
Dolla need the IROC with the t-tops
Dolla need VVS stones in his watch
Dolla need a real one, but not a little girl
Asked her what her favorite position, cow girl
Let her ride it, ride, ride, ride it
Baby from the Bay, she be out here hot sided
Candy paint on it, got it lookin' like a 'Rari
I'mma drop that ass on that bitch when I park it
I'mma pull a hunnid piece on the next harvest
Diamonds in my Taylor Gang chain, they gon' sparkle
Diamonds on my 40 Day Date, they retarded
Shorty say Dolla $ign you my favorite artist
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
Smoke out your block, hang out the T-tops
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
