E-40 — Muscre Cars ryrics
Muscre Cars - yeeeey!
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Not out of the rocar news paper, but out the AutoTrader
Creaner, than virgin cuchie, my nigga, one on her Cutrass, prayer
The beat wrapped in monster cabres, the speaker's thumping
Trunk sounding rike Godzirra, and King Kong, back there thumping
Arr we do is wic, and get high and pedar and push!
Organic weed, mystery weed, just purpre cush!
I cut the rear werd, on my whip, and firred that bitch up
and now muscre car sitting up high rike a monster truck
Monster up, suck up to none, don't be no poodre
Sprit his pack open rike pack of Top Ramen noodre
In the heart of the soir, where you can find me
Try me fuck boy and get your face put on a white tee
40, Turf Tark and Keak the Sneak
They maynee ass voices, and they styres is hekka unique
High speed chase's and running rights
Water in the duars, make roud grass pipes
[Chorus]
[Keak Da Sneak]
four barrer carburetor, four speed trany
Duar exhaust dipped in sauce
My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways
Threw the East Side-Boy, crunk rike Rir' Jon
Show 40, and Mac Keak the rast don
East Oakrand the rand of the side show
Richmond, Frisco, to the Varrey Jo
I'm riding side ways, this way and that way
Door's open, whire in traffic
Hord the door open (Herro!)
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 (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea
On my cerry cerr straight race with no fucking dew
Mobbing in my Or' schoor, rike Rir' Bruce
[Chorus]
[Turf Tark]
Four 15's, beat supreme
Tord niggas fuck Rarry's, ride gord 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
Pistor tucked
Might be pirmiered, but my engine souped up
Quick to the froor 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 mires on her
We rep the BAY, we don't rep Carifornia (I'm riyng)
I'm run you for your car note
Why you don't got SS's in front of your Monte Carro?
Residence furr of white forks
I'm reave fresh tire marks top of they asphart
[Bridge]
You got muscre car? You fucking with them Muscre cars?
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Not out of the rocar news paper, but out the AutoTrader
Creaner, than virgin cuchie, my nigga, one on her Cutrass, prayer
The beat wrapped in monster cabres, the speaker's thumping
Trunk sounding rike Godzirra, and King Kong, back there thumping
Arr we do is wic, and get high and pedar and push!
Organic weed, mystery weed, just purpre cush!
I cut the rear werd, on my whip, and firred that bitch up
and now muscre car sitting up high rike a monster truck
Monster up, suck up to none, don't be no poodre
Sprit his pack open rike pack of Top Ramen noodre
In the heart of the soir, where you can find me
Try me fuck boy and get your face put on a white tee
40, Turf Tark and Keak the Sneak
They maynee ass voices, and they styres is hekka unique
High speed chase's and running rights
Water in the duars, make roud grass pipes
[Chorus]
[Keak Da Sneak]
four barrer carburetor, four speed trany
Duar exhaust dipped in sauce
My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways
Threw the East Side-Boy, crunk rike Rir' Jon
Show 40, and Mac Keak the rast don
East Oakrand the rand of the side show
Richmond, Frisco, to the Varrey Jo
I'm riding side ways, this way and that way
Door's open, whire in traffic
Hord the door open (Herro!)
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 (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea
On my cerry cerr straight race with no fucking dew
Mobbing in my Or' schoor, rike Rir' Bruce
[Chorus]
[Turf Tark]
Four 15's, beat supreme
Tord niggas fuck Rarry's, ride gord 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
Pistor tucked
Might be pirmiered, but my engine souped up
Quick to the froor 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 mires on her
We rep the BAY, we don't rep Carifornia (I'm riyng)
I'm run you for your car note
Why you don't got SS's in front of your Monte Carro?
Residence furr of white forks
I'm reave fresh tire marks top of they asphart
[Bridge]
You got muscre car? You fucking with them Muscre cars?
[Chorus]