IMPALAS & HYDRAULICS Lyrics – REASON
Singer: REASON
Title: IMPALAS & HYDRAULICS
n#gg#, this sh#t feel like pistols poppin’
Dippin’, ridin’, Diddy talkin’, G.O.A.T. sh#t
Slidin’ in the G-Wagen through Philly on some more sh#t
We always kept it one hunnid, some Franklins in my coat, yeah
The best rhymin’ was raised to expect violence
The gang and the set ridin’, pull up in the ‘Vette, slidin’
Like dick in some wet p#ss#, don’t think I’m a vet? Push me
Empire building like Lucius, I’m gettin’ neck from a Cookie, oh yeah
Oh yeah, my n#gg#s pull up slidin’ with some shottas
Oh yeah, old West, this Impalas and hydraulics
Oh yeah, West sh#t, Dickies and Chucks tyin’
Appetite for the streets ’cause n#gg#s is fed buyin’
Flashy with the drip, stay dangerous, move silent
‘Cause n#gg#s livin’ loud is soon to be dead quiet
Shit, know my worth, give me twenty for those shows
Paid a penny for my thots, don’t give a penny to these hoes, n#gg#
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Okay, pull up with my riders, n#gg#
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, n#gg#
Okay, in [?], throwin’ dollars, n#gg#
Okay, fitted L-A Dodgers, n#gg#
Okay, vatos be my partners, n#gg#
Okay, disrespect, they slidin’, n#gg#
Okay, flag hangin’ since a toddler, n#gg#
Okay, rest in peace to ‘Pac, my n#gg# ([?])
You know the tin house across the street from Davis?
Ten khakis, Lord, save ’em, my bandana said, “f#ck the neighbors”
Wilmington moves, my Pendleton blue, guess I’m confusin’ n#gg#s
Pull up on my opps, hop out the cuttie like I’m cool with n#gg#s
[?] of a Compton n#gg#, thought I was a samurai
Choppin’ up them bricks, goin’ through Bompton with ’em
Smith & Wesson, he brought his sponsors with him, he a monster with ’em
I know what’s on your mind and I’m ’bout to press your conscience with ’em
Try me, we gon’ pull your card and take your ID
Get a bad b#tch from I-G, have her put ketamine in your I-V
b#tch-ass n#gg#, I’m checkin’ your purse
And we gon’ make sure you dead, yeah, we checkin’ your hearse
Come to the secretary on your birthday and step on the dirt
n#gg#s get split with the TEC disrespectin’ the church
Your whole hood cryin’, guess they wasn’t expectin’ the hurt
Your momma want that R-I-P merch, guess who pressin’ the shirts
Keep playin’, n#gg#
Okay, pull up with my riders, n#gg#
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, n#gg#
Okay, in [?], throwin’ dollars, n#gg#
Okay, fitted L-A Dodgers, n#gg#
Okay, vatos be my partners, n#gg#
Okay, disrespect, they slidin’, n#gg#
Okay, flag hangin’ since a toddler, n#gg#
Okay, rest in peace to ‘Pac, my n#gg#
Okay
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