Текст песни 20 On Cars 26 On Trucks - Master P
Chill
(Chorus
2x)
We
ridin
20s
on
the
cars
and
26s
on
the
trucks
And
everybody
diggin
us
it
aint
no
limit
to
the
bucks
We
makin
noise
in
the
game
to
let
em
know
we
comin
up
And
haters
movin
out
the
way
they
know
they
dont
wanna
play
wit
us
(/Chorus)
(Verse
1)
We
ridin
(Chill)
how
I
spit
em
man
Pockets
holdin
50
gram
Ridin
big
body
Impala
man
me
and
my
partners
man
20
inch
rims
keep
em
spinnin
like
a
ceilin
fan
Haters
gold
tending
tryin
to
get
me
out
my
figures
man
But
they
cant
get
the
man(no)
cant
hit
the
man(no)
Even
them
NBA
dudes
cant
stick
the
man
Women
crowd
around
me
paparazzi
takin
pictures
man
Catch
me
on
the
line
at
3-1-0
Im
fixin
to
get
em
man
Curren$y
got
plenty
money
to
stack
up
Play
with
me
or
my
crew
and
we'll
be
pickin
them
gats
up
And
plenty
burners
too
in
case
you
dudes
wanna
act
up
And
have
you
on
yo
cellie
callin
homies
for
back
up
And
I
dont
think
you
really
want
it
to
come
this
Something
for
that
growl
whodi
you
betta
shut
ya
trap
But
I
aint
really
comin
huntin
for
no
drama
I
just
wana
hit
the
club
and
leave
with
yo
baby
mama
(/Verse
1)
**Chorus**
(Verse
2)
We
ridin
20s
on
the
Bentley
26s
on
the
Lac
truck
If
the
cop
will
stop
me
Im
probly
gone
get
hacked
up
'Cause
Im
underage
but
never
underpaid
Im
makin
maximum
wages
richie
rich
I
got
it
made
They
call
me
Romeo
big
game
plenty
dough
You
cant
hold
me
so
let
me
go
I
got
talent
and
thats
for
show
Ask
about
the
kid
and
they'll
tell
you
that
dude
can
flow
And
when
Im
done
with
school
I
be
hoopin
up
in
the
pros
Whoa
No
Limit
boys
we
big
rimmin
our
cars
up
Tearin
malls
up
spendin
thousands
at
Toys
R
Us
Nobody
else
whos
in
the
game
go
as
hard
as
us
Theres
noone
as
large
as
us,
you
dont
wanna
start
with
us
I
know
more
about
kids
than
grown
women
Every
week
they
watchin
my
show
on
television
They
gotta
love
me
they
know
the
boys
winnin
The
girlies
keep
grinnin
my
rims
they
keep
spinnin
(/Verse
2)
**Chorus**
(Verse
3)
Im
a
tell
ya
like
this
keep
ya
eyes
on
your
chick
'Cause
her
eyes
on
my
wrist
and
these
boys
that
Im
with
The
girls
like
me
whodi
I
dont
blame
em
Im
in
the
Guiness
Book
of
Records
for
the
richest
entertainer
Call
me
the
ghetto
Bill
Gates
'cause
the
system
cant
change
us
Had
money
and
cars
way
before
I
was
famous
Im
in
the
pros
but
I
could
buy
the
the
team
I
got
two
made
buys
one
blue
the
other
green
If
it
aint
ridin
spinnas
then
you
know
I
cant
roll
it
And
if
I
had
it
over
a
month
then
I
let
my
cousin
hold
it
Im
the
first
one
on
Cribs
with
a
house
with
gold
ceilings
Gotta
truck
load
of
Bentleys
'cause
thats
how
Im
livin
In
the
winter
pull
the
trucks
out
The
summer
its
the
drop
top
P
Miller
on
my
clothes
(whoa)
got
a
million
in
the
watch
Hey
move
out
the
way
Im
ready
to
cause
havoc
Me
and
my
soldiers
be
ballin
why
must
be
yo
actin
I
leave
cats
distractin
stickin
like
magnets
Im
the
shorty
from
the
Phillipines
the
main
attraction
Rollin
up
in
fly
whips
switchin
every
other
day
No
Limit
girls
ball
like
the
WNBA
(/Verse3)
**Chorus**
We
ridin
chill
1 Represent
2 We Like Them Girlz
3 Act A Fool
4 We All We Got
5 Who Want Some
6 Let Em Go
7 Who Them Boyz
8 Why They Wanna Wish Death
9 You Don't Know Me
10 Anything goes
11 Com.2
12 It's a Drought
13 Them Jeans
14 Ghetto Honey
15 That Ain't Nothing
16 Ghetto Model
17 Com.3
18 Tell 'em
19 Ride 4 You
20 20 On Cars 26 On Trucks
21 Com.4
22 If
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