(Girl giggling) [Chorus - 1: Jim Crow] The ladies they choose They love when I cruise They all want to sleep with me Because of 22s on my car (Cars, cars, cars) Some raw 24s, Avalanche wit TVs When you get up inside Dont spill no liquor on the seats of this car (Cars, cars, cars) I met this chick in a drop, 67 Crovette I offered to call her But shes playin hard to get in her car (Cars, cars, cars) Every girl that I know And every girl that I see They all wanna cut But its really not me, its the car (Cars, cars, cars) [Verse: Mr. Mo] Im in the Regals n Cutlass, Impalas Trucks, they fuckin be droppin Engines suspension be squeeking Bitches by speakers they freaking Police they catch us indecent In the vehicle thats leased up Buddy in the Cutt all treed up He knew what it was so he eased up Musta been the candy paint (paint) That attracted them jackas and skanks (skanks) Know that them hams is spanked (spanked) For the Candid Camera man Everybody face get stuck (stuck) When the brand new Benz pull up And its sitting on the dubs in Trade (Trade) Jump out wit a throwback Braves (Braves) Nigga aint playin this treal (treal) I got a crib but the cars where I live [Chorus - 2: Jim Crow] The ladies they choose They love when I cruise They all want to sleep with me Because of 22s on my car (Cars, cars, cars) Some raw 24s, Avalanche wit TVs When you get up inside Dont spill no liquor on the seats of this car (Cars, cars, cars) [Verse: Polow] Hold up, bendin corners (bendin corners man) On 22s (on them Lil Joes man) Im that nigga (Im that nigga) That groupies choose (that groupies will do) Now Im a G (G - G) Straight from the start (start start, start) And when I pull this pistol (pow pow) Its gon stop ya hard (awww) Give it to me now, figaroh figg-aroh Im old school, fall through in the 84 Wit brick red top, Cadillac brome Thats why your baby mama wont leave me lone Got a girl named Shanelle wit a blue Chevelle Big lil freak from ATL Got a freak named Tonya wit a black Impala Ten-thousand dolla rims, still stay wit her mama Now shes so ghetto, but its all gravy I aint got nuthin but love for ya baby, now pay me Got a older lady, she drive a Mercedes The only thing crazy is the hoe smell shady But, yes of coarse, yes of coarse By age 20 Im pushing Porshe Im the boy wit the raps, hoes on my back Aint nuthin in the world like my Cadillac [Bridge: Jim Crow] We pull up in the vert like WHAM! Shawty in the skirt like WHAM! Gave her two minutes in the back like WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Yea, that stankin lankin WHAM! (Cars, cars, cars) Make a lame ass niggas say DAMN! [Verse: Cutty Cartel] 87 Re-gal, gut so clean Eights and bolds on the Cuttlass Supreme Original paint, dudes in the back Thangs I do to that old school Lac Mink on the necks, bitch on the grill Cherry wood when I whip my wheel Some bought us a Beem, the girl gon drill Chrome on the rims on this car here Candy apple wit a slant in the ass I scoop this girl off Ashley She dont care bout spending her change (her change) She just like riding on these thangs [Chorus - 1] (Cars, cars, cars)
Artist: Jim Crow
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