Hook)
And we roll up in the El Camino
Cruisin down south in the El Camino

Lighted one up in the El Camino
And we roll up in the El Camino


So as we ridin by? (x3)

(Verse)

Uh, mama please, twist the trees
While I get dressed and look for car keys
Start to crank V8, 3-50 quickly in the breeze like pilin

Got yo allergies wildin
C's cus a ^!$$% so cold when he roll
Forgiato, 3 piece gold

Not everybody to do it, not everybody that's fluent
And that money talk, spitta, killa
I should write these lyrics in crime scene chalk

Now take a walk on the side where the jets reside
Stay high, stay fly, always ready to ride
Ice cream paint job, smellin like weed on the inside

No question, Chevrolet my obsession
Every month I gotta get one, this check will cop my next one
Corvette selection, Monte Carlo collection

But that El Camino classic perfection
(*##$es always lookin in his direction


(Hook)
And we roll up in the El Camino
Cruisin down south in the El Camino

Lighted one up in the El Camino
And we roll up in the El Camino


So as we ridin by? (x3)