too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair Keep some shit in the stash box, then get
things get deep And my Africans will put your main man to sleep Now, in Mexico far from the block Tryin' to figure out how many glocks to a box Now,
Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin' to stop my flow And what they don't know will
see us Ay yo, our Cuban disguise, it got us looking like we Jesus Inshallah, we flee the spot mega far Jump up in Willy's car, and scream "Alhumdu Allah
a little respect, change your behavior Change your attitude, change your plan There could never really be justice on stolen land Are you really for peace and equality? Or when my car
all we do is fill the box You might play with me at first, a couple days, a week at tops Just like your Atomic Supersonic Retro Plasma Car We will
us and all we do is fill the box You might play with me at first, a couple days, a week at tops Just like your atomic supersonic retro plasma car We will
will and hold a grudge But I think it's time I said me a few choice words All about that demon automobile A metal box with the polyglass wheel The end
things you say You touch my hand and I feel the thrill I always have and I always will (repeat chorus twice) You know it always will You know it always will
First I'll make you miss it Like the senate was missin Patricia Hearst cause I been in it for a minute Put minutes in till it hurt, not for minute will
the french fry, snack box niggaz Verse 2: I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range (Yo that's Will
that Maybitch under that Corinthian leather (holla back nicca) [Chorus] [Juelz Santana:] We ridin big yo (yea), we drivin' bog yo (yea) Stash box in the car
I got them diamonds on my neck, I'm so icey I think they like Sig', in them white tees Them SB jeans, sneaks is me Dark green with the camouflage print Fake Willies
sittin' on eighty That's four dubs not S Four dub Stash box, push hot wheel like matchbox Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box One sixty push
I could be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the backseat With some fuckin' chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet I jump up like 'Jack in the box
ghetto got me crazy, but I won't fall On my way to Arizona, got it sewed up down South with the task all on it [sirens] Bout to put five in the stash box
small breath and he goes limp in your arms all the people's mouths are moving all you hear are car alarms and you wake up and start to cry I will lose