Kristinaa;
SINGLEE, Norkam
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Dont act like a snobby model.
You just hit the lotto.
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them and theres really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk.
They see that low rider go by there, like Oh my!
You aint got to tell me why youre sick cuz I know why.
I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre.
Im an itch that they cant scratch, theyre sick of me.
But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.
Cuz over and above all, its just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends.
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.
Ill be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz.
Driving around with a smashed front end.
Lets cash that one in.
Grab another one from out the stable.
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado.
The hell if I know
do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions. Garage looks like precision collision
Or maico beats quake like Waco.
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though.