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    6 fifteens, candy coated riding clean
    Every time I pull out a new whip I cause a scene
    Rolling through my hood, I told 'em pimpin' ain't that easy
    So whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me

    I'm talking Monte Carlos, Crown Vics, Cadillacs and Regals
    If I get pulled over, everything I got's illegal
    But I ain't got no worries I got Jesus riding shotgun
    Knowing that I need a meal ticket
    and I can't stop until I got one
    Shit, I'm whippin' cutty bubble bucket busty
    bitches love to ride too
    Hanging out the window front and central
    serving niggas like
    A late-night Wendy's drive through
    Tweeters, speakers, jeekers fiendin'
    diamond in the back my nigga
    I got two white girls
    think I oughta have a curl in return of the mack, my nigga
    It's the return of the 'Lac
    Riding on so many horses they think I'm playing polo
    Candy paint drippin' like a Jheri curl, nigga
    I'mma let my soul glo
    Fleet, flickin', screaming, bitches, pitchin', counter, past fate
    And all of the women get jealous
    cause of the way my car can make its ass shake

    Last to base, in the face
    The law's right beside me, my window tint, dawg
    My rims are too large
    As soon as I hit the back road bet the law can't find me
    Ridin', candy paint with two poles in the trunk
    Popped up twice with two hoes in the trunk
    Disturb your peace with fifteens that thump
    Duck my slab get sawed off with the pump

    6 fifteens, candy coated riding clean
    Every time I pull out a new whip I cause a scene
    Rolling through my hood, I told 'em pimpin' ain't that easy
    So whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me

    I got two floors in my trunk, club lights in my trunk
    I charge at the door them hoes hit the floor
    we have club nights in my trunk
    Cause it's an earthquake when I park
    I keep a Ufo in my yard
    My wheels so big when I swing my whip
    I can high five God, lord

    I could skydive off of the top of the roof
    rims taller than King Kong
    Riding around looking for an ass
    that I could sit my drink on
    My seats warm, my drink cold, my paint dry
    but her mouth wet
    Suffocate that ho till that bitch look like Smurfette
    007 pressin' more buttons, I got all these gadgets, ho
    I got all these alpine
    it could turn a square chick ratchet, ho
    Neon lights shine neon bright
    that I could direct all this traffic, ho
    Young and wise my 9 to 5 would be a vortex
    if I crash it, ho
    Like a head on collision with a red bone mouth
    colder than Michigan
    Reach in that glove box
    and I got more rubbers than Michelin
    I'm feeling like Yao Ming in the whip (why?)
    I need more leg room
    So I hit a switch and the whole back seat
    turned into a god damn bedroom

    6 fifteens, candy coated riding clean
    Every time I pull out a new whip I cause a scene
    Rolling through my hood, I told 'em pimpin' ain't that easy
    So whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    (Come and see me) Come and see me
    Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me

    Okay now, ho, pour out that drinking
    watch me fire up that blunt
    Anybody getting outta line
    don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
    (Don't make you pop your fuckin' trunk)
    Don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
    Anybody getting outta line
    don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
    [Big K. R. I. T. (Ludacris) :]
    Okay, now bow down when you see me
    don't be trippin' on the thump
    Anybody getting outta line
    don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
    (Don't make you pop your fuckin' trunk)
    Don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
    Anybody getting outta line
    don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
    Hold up

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