Big Tymers Feat Lil` Wayne Juvenile Cutlass Monte Carlo`s And Regals Lyrics

Cutlass Monte Carlo`s And Regals Lyrics

Big Tymers feat. Lil' Wayne, Juvenile

 

 Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals

 [Chorus]

 Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals, man

 To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin'

 Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, & Regals, man

 To Surburbans, Expeditions, with the T.V.'s playin'

 

 [Manny Fresh]

 In 1988, when my grandfather passed

 He left me a Monte Carlo and a large amount of cash

 It was, bubble gum blue with the leather plush seats

 And I just can't thank you enough for all the stuff that you done, G

 See my grandmother told me take care of the ride

 And always do your best to keep it clean inside

 So I just past the go and get the candy paint

 Leather white, outta sight, that made the girls faint

 See my partner, Eric, he got stereos

 And my partner, Steve got true and bolds

 And my dog, Black got european fronts

 And this nigga named Duke hook up all the humps

 I had a illegal Regal and it was so tight

 And if ya touch it then a whole civil war was gon' rise

 So I just count my blessings and I thank the lord

 For ghetto cars and these broads when times was so hard

 My grandfather lookin' and I'm ridin' straight

 Man, I got the Suburban swervin' with the 4 T.V.'s playin'

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Lil' Wayne]

 Hail baby, Cardion and the Kompressor

 20 inch cyl-inders on the Lexus

 Hummer got sound that'll blow your eardrums

 Lotus with 4 pipes nigga, listen

 I ride Q5 on factory

 It don't matter, your ol' lady still after me

 My name gon' rang all over, dawg

 Cause I got 6 ties on the Range Rover, dawg

 Buy a nickel, baby, wha? Live on chrome

 Buy a nickel, baby, he get his shine on

 But, hold up, when I pass in the stretch

 They [huffs 3x] gotta catch they breath

 Fresh law, girl, weed hotter than a kitchen

 In a big Bourbon, VCR's, television

 El Camino's, twistin' on bees

 '87 Regals, Impala's, Cherokee's

 Expeditions, Benzes, Navigator, Humvee's

 What dawg? Cut dawg, on 17's

 Woood grain, 15 double o

 Me and Rabid on momos, lord, bless his soul

 Now we ridin' up the block, the Caravan

 Expeditions and Surburbans with the T.V.'s playin'

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Baby]

 Fuckin' right, I used to play in MCT's

 Nowadays, Playboys ridin' Benzes

 Back in '87, Maniac mixed tapes

 Soniac Park, everyday, Super Sunday

 My homeboy Fresh, done changed the rims

 He gotta satellite on top to talk to out of state friends

 '88 was my year, 14 with 12 G's

 Monte Carlo's ridin' on 18's

 It's '98 and I done flipped the script

 Thangs that changed, Baby gotta lotta shit

 

 [Juvenile]

 I ain't gotta lie, nigga like me was ridin' the bus

 I been to the guy with CMR-ah

 A nigga was catchin' the cut

 Them bitches, they won't holla

 Them niggas, they mo' holla

 Got all the empower from people I get showered

 The woman on the porch sayin', Ain't that go Wayne, boy?

 That boy be on T.V. too, ain't that the same boy?"

 Yeah

 

 [Chorus]