E-40 feat. Keak Da Sneak & Turf Talk Muscle Cars Lyrics

My Ghetto Report Card Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Yay Area
  • 2 Tell Me When to Go
  • 3 Muscle Cars
  • 4 Go Hard or Go Home
  • 5 Gouda
  • 6 Sick Wid It II
  • 7 JB Stomp Down (skit)
  • 8 They Might Be Taping
  • 9 Do Ya Head Like This
  • 10 Block Boi
  • 11 White Gurl
  • 12 GettheFuckOn.com, Part 1 (skit)
  • 13 U and Dat
  • 14 I'm Da Man
  • 15 Yee
  • 16 GettheFuckOn.com, Part 2 (skit)
  • 17 Just Fuckin
  • 18 Gimme Head
  • 19 She Say She Loves Me
  • 20 Happy to Be Here
  • Muscle Cars, yay!

    [Chorus]

    Not out of the local news paper, but out the AutoTrader
    Cleaner, than virgin cuchie, my *****, one on her Cutlass, player
    The beat wrapped in monster cables, the speaker's thumping
    Trunk sounding like Godzilla, and King Kong, back there thumping
    All we do is wic, and get high and pedal and push!
    Organic weed, mystery weed, just purple cush!
    I cut the rear weld, on my whip, and filled that ***** up
    And now muscle car sitting up high like a monster truck
    Monster up, suck up to none, don't be no poodle
    Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle
    In the heart of the soil, where you can find me
    Try me **** boy and get your face put on a white tee
    40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak
    They mayne *** voices, and they styles is hekka unique
    High speed chase's and running lights
    Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes

    [Chorus]

    Four barrel carburetor, four speed trany
    Dual exhaust dipped in sauce
    My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways
    Threw the East Side-Boy, crunk like Lil' Jon
    Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don
    East Oakland the land of the side show
    Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo
    I'm riding side ways, this way and that way
    Door's open, while in traffic
    Hold the door open (Hello!)
    Shitting on 'em, no fronting
    455 got me running up on Aston Martins
    We run from them on streets, not the freeway
    B&M shift kit (kik) me and Danny Phea
    On my celly cell straight lace with no ****ing dew
    Mobbing in my ol' school, like Lil' Bruce

    [Chorus]

    Four 15's, beat supreme
    Told *****s **** Rally's, ride gold one's mayne
    Mother's off candid, don't hate 'cause I ain't me
    Race, foo, smoke in your face, foo
    Super charger, push this button and my engine start up
    Pistol tucked
    Might be premiered, but my engine souped up
    Quick to the floor when you open yours
    Don't scratch my doors. 350 I push heavy
    Not a Ford it's (Chevy, Chevy, Chevy)
    First owner, not too many miles on her
    We rep the BAY, we don't rep California (I'm liyin')
    I'm run you for your car note
    Why you don't got S-S's in front of your Monte Carlo?
    Residence full of white folks
    I'm leave fresh tire marks top of they asphalt

    You got muscle car? You ****ing with them Muscle cars?

    [Chorus]

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