Big Bodies Lyrics

Big Bodies lyrics

intro: old school,lacs,delta 88's,box chevy caprices,monte carlos.







hook:big bodies ridin on twos and fours boss hogg and slammin big body
doors,old school box chevys and lacs 88's with the room in the back so wathcu
swangin in (x2)







verse one: box chevy caprices creepin on crome d's,they 17's but i keep my
spokes clean,wood grain on the wheel,wood grain on the dash,peanut butter
guts,wit a peanut butter rag.15's in the trunk,doin pricey in the back,ten
clear coats a dat candy on factory black.no flakes in my paint,no flippin for
me..i like it simple,so fresh and so clean,swangin from left to right,leanin,
mean muggin foos,trunk rattlin like a snake till my woofers blow,i like my
volume loud, i like my bass deep, i like my tweeters tweakin..so u can hear da
beat,around the corna u hear my on the other street,but let me warn ya its
murda in them backseats,thats how i ride foo,so take a ride w/ me cause when im
gone its hard for yall to come and git me.







hook:(x2)







verse 2:look..give me a cut dawg,75 wit black tint,black paint and make way for
the young pimp,old school trues and foes,and im good theres somethin in the
trunk and somethin under the hood,never drive over 30 miles an hour dawg,u can
come holla hoe,git in my passenger seat,and this ain't your moms car so when
you gittin in.. wipe your feet,my interior imported come from another
country,no head in the front seat u know how much this cost me,you lucky you
ain't sittin on plastic,and you betta not fart or you gittin your ass
kicked,take pride in my ride, i love her like a child im rollin up the avenue
and them bitches are like WWWOOOW,but i don't pay em attention im rollin up to
my nizzles like....







hook:(x2)







verse 3:check it,uhhh..bently 2004,i got 3 different cars,i payed for em,ima
drive all them muh fuckas,i gotta have that boom,cause women love to knock,turn
it up and i betcha i'll make that pussy pop,i gotta h2,the 24's turnin,ima
stunna,so you gunna smell that rubba burnin,i got a need for speed i keeps dual
exhaust.you hear that big truck commin nigga whos the boss,don't git caught up
in the paint i picked cause i'll flip it in a minute,nigga money ain't shit.i
shine harder then the average star,niggas might hate me but they love my
car,lovin the way i sit on 24's and blow,cruisin through the hood like im
pushin the love boat,sittin behind tint,like one of them presidents,and its
evident anything else is irrelavent,if it ain't....







hook (x2)