Текст песни Vogues - SPM

In my Hummer with a tiger, chrome on the wiper
Fired My Receptionist 'cause she a slow typer
Candy green Viper with the white striper
Choppin' down Scott, slicer & a dicer
Keep my wrist iced up just like my white cup
Ass on the tight buck bought Pop a nice truck
Bang, Spice I round my neck a phyton
Pack a 4 pound gun
Puff like a dragon, slab cadillac Broughm
Stack cash in the back of a Crack home
Wrec'em 'til the outro, show em' how the south go
Hoes on the down low, feed my dog Alpo
No Blues or red that's leavin' fools dead
Bang gray tapes & listen to what Screw Said
Tre to the Clarke, back to the South Park.
Have you ever seen a nigga just freak a Skylark?

Ride, ride, ridin' on them Vogues, fo' sho mayne, we gon'
Crawl, crawl, crawlin' on them Vogues fo' sho mayne.

I was a neighborhood drug dealer
Hillwood High life fuckin' blood spiller
In it for the money & not much else
Picked up a pen & I struck wealth
I was travelin' to different cities, different hoods
Sometimes in Arenas, Sometimes in the woods
Met alot of fans that I never knew had
I get little gifts & I give 'em to my Dad
He puts 'em in a room with all my old trophies
Things he looks at 'cause he ain't got no stories
Of me growin' up as a kid on Corl Street
He left to the store & now were 4 deep
Came back 10 years later
Mom there's a man outside. Is he a neighbor?
He said he lived in our house a long time ago
That's your Dad, son, I guess he's back from Stop N Go.

Ride, ride, ridin' on them Vogues, fo' sho' mayne, we gon'
Crawl, crawl, crawlin' on them Vogues fo' sho' mayne.

Change out the couches, doesn't buy ounces
So I had to open up 7 Dope Houses
Cadillac Bounces, started makin' thousands
Draped up in 3 thousand dollar outfits
Everybody happy, laws tryin' to trap me
Pissed 'cause I quit & started comin' up rapping
Higher than some scaffolding sipping laughing
Stayin' on my toes like them hoes that be tapping
I'm a gambler, neighborhood camper
In my jag trippin' out on Zoolander
Play fastball but I move kinda slow
With some little freaks, y'all must be from Idaho
I think I'm from Ohio 'cause I'm kinda high yo'
I'm a role model but I ain't gon' lie though
Killin' brain cells really isn't cool
That's why I'm gon' quit in 2052.

Yep... that's me... blowin' weed with my grandpa watchin' uhh... yo.

O mayne, we gon'
Crawl, crawl, crawl them 84's fo' sho' mayne.

Well then, ride, ride, on them killer Vogues fo' sho' mayne.
Creep & crawl, crawl, on them 84's.