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Slide Lyrics - Artist : Curren$y
[Curren$y:]
Yeah 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 in flew right back to the N.O In 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 [E-40:] From the scrimmage [?] collard greens spinach Higher than the Big Dipper my nigga, skies 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 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 thugs Tap in 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 [?] up in storage a Falcon and a Giselle Hanging up out of the window curving 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 Man these niggas goin' crazy especially in the town To the side show make the car spin like a merry go round [Curren$y:] 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 [Ty Dolla $ign:] 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 Imma drop that ass on that bitch when I park it Imma pull a hunnid piece on the next harvest Diamonds on my Taylor Gang chain, they gon' sparkle Diamonds on my 40 Day Date, they retarded Shorty say Dolla $ign you my favorite artist [Curren$y:] 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 |
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