Текст песни Hop Out - Ghetts

Switch up the vehicle
Change the plates and scrape off the serial
Limousine tint, man can′t see me at all
Old school car thief, I could start cars when I had no key at all
How did I start that car? I don't know, it′s a miracle
If you wanted a ringer back then you'd give Carlton, CJ or me a call
Where'd you get that car from?
CJ, Carlton, Reggie or Marlon
Hot one riding shotgun
Can′t keep the bra on, now I got a hard on
Golf GTI Mark 1
That′s how long I've had cars from
MR2′s and MX-5's, R-E-A-L better recognize
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Drop the top when it′s hot out
Just hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Drop the top when it's hot out
Just hop in and
Before man built up to grand theft
I was out here with the Stilsons and flat head
Slap on the wrist when man got nicked
We were still classed as children back then
Stratford, Plaistow and Ilford back then
We used to lick that Ford showroom like every other week
That′s wheels from Dagenham
Cars are hills, man Jilled and Jacked them
I, I had whips all right through the winter
Summer 2000 I graduated from the Typhoon to Ninja
Then it was houses, bamboo sticks, I climb through the window
Man move swift at night, I can't linger
Man see the blue lights and do Sprinter
Young boys getting paper
Now everyone wants a cut but they didn't lift one finger
Hop in and hop out
(Look at the motherfucking wheels)
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
(Goddamn)
Drop the top when it′s hot out
Just hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Drop the top when it′s hot out
Just hop in and
From when I was a teenager
Who can say that I ain't seen paper
Year nine, bare crime
Black box cars like that′s not hard
Next day straight to the Manor Park key maker
I'm getting nine for the MX-5
And I got another
That I spit get played in cars that I lick
Dead him on sight, all black double R, get him on bike
R6, two riders
Yeah, I roll deep in the ringer
Fuck it
Got no keys for the Bimmer
Fuck
Niggas ain′t done no drive-by shootings
Watch when I buy my new ting
Nothin' but
I remember when the bro Preston used
To come link me in the leather jacket
Black one
The flathead in the pocket
Said he was feeling like Nicholas Cage in ′Gone in Sixty Seconds'
The next day I had school in the morning
Pulling up next to the teachers in converts and what not
Oh I was feeling myself, yeah