
Originally Posted by
Echonova
in a drop top chevy with the roof wide open my partners looking at me to see if my eyes open cause
I've been drankin, and I've
been smokin and flying down 285 but I'm focused
its a four fifty four, where it says I raise comotion white leather seats,
as fresh
as air forces doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping number 8 on NWA straight out of Compton pull up at your
apartment sitting on 24s and the dope boys, saying the kids running in the clicks start dealing and the broads start
choosing and the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch jays got the
chevrolet shaking