the roof of your car, at the stars On the roof of your car, at the stars On the roof of your car, at the stars Through to the stark On the roof of your car
some fucking whining little child [Chorus] On the roof of your car at the stars On the roof of your car at the stars On the roof of your car at the stars
know about the rest Copped another piece, hit the dark streets Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police Called up my friend Joe, a roof job pro 459 on his mind car
mean fight but fight like hoes I'm from south central, fool where everything goes Snatch you out your car so fast you'll get whiplash Numbers on your roof
Sun roof open, smoking while I'm rolling my bitches only notice it if its potent bottle of Perignon, we can go kick it by the ocean get in between your
, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms So she don't have to bone for dimes? Or give dome for nicks' in the roofs of the projects Where dogs shit
NIGGA, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms so she don't have to bone for DIMES? Or give dome for nicks' in the roofs of the projects where dogs
drop or we could let it pop Make your decision 'fore I make my incision Head on collision, head-body division Spirit fly away like a motherfuckin' pigeon Take that to your
car on canal street Under the wheels of a car on canal street Under the wheels of a car on canal street Hookywooky Under the wheels of a car on canal
it home Matta fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all gone Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in Match it leather car seat, in case my
And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about it Chorus Now lemme see your fingers in the sky And if you like money keep em up high Stand up put your
' left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin' with their hands out, checkin' for your record when
it I Hold Up My Whip With My Left Wrist call me leftwich Right Wrist Makes tha work Twist Like its Chopsticks Roof Gone with your friends say my Top Is
artist, leave with his broad Throw your hands up (Red, white, blue, black) Throw your hands up (Calm down, move back) Throw your hands up (Motherfuckers askin', ?who is that??) Throw your
two letters, A R Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, fast runners Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with your burner The heat skeet, blow a reef through ya car
hustlin rocks on my block, cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, make your trunk wave keep your corner
holmes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma missing, your boys are crying
need your support, wack speech your thought Just to rhyme my **** when the tape cut off The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain Yo, he tapped to the roof
