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E-40 : Muscle Cars lyrics

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E-40 lyrics : "Muscle Cars"

(feat. Keak Da Sneak, Turf Talk)

Muscle Cars - yeeeey!


Not out of the local news paper, but out the AutoTrader
Cleaner, than virgin cuchie, my ^!$$%, one on her Cutlass, player

The beat wrapped in monster cables, the speaker's thumping
Trunk sounding like Godzilla, and King Kong, back there thumping
All we do is wic, and get high and pedal and push!

Organic weed, mystery weed, just purple cush!
I cut the rear weld, on my whip, and filled that (*##$ up
and now muscle car sitting up high like a monster truck

Monster up, suck up to none, don't be no poodle
Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle
In the heart of the soil, where you can find me

Try me $#&@ boy and get your face put on a white tee
40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak
They maynee $$# voices, and they styles is hekka unique

High speed chase's and running lights
Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes


[Keak Da Sneak]

four barrel carburetor, four speed trany
Dual exhaust dipped in sauce
My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways

Threw the East Side-Boy, crunk like Lil' Jon
Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don
East Oakland the land of the side show

Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo
I'm riding side ways, this way and that way
Door's open, while in traffic

Hold the door open (Hello!)
%#@!ting on 'em, no fronting
455 got me running up on Aston Martins

We run from them on streets, not the freeway
B&M shift kit (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea
On my celly cell straight lace with no $#&@ing dew

Mobbing in my Ol' school, like Lil' Bruce


[Turf Talk]
Four 15's, beat supreme

Told ^!$$%s $#&@ Rally's, ride gold one's mayne
Mother's off candid, don't hate 'cause I ain't me
Race, foo, smoke in your face, foo

Super charger, push this button and my engine start up
Pistol tucked
Might be pirmiered, but my engine souped up

Quick to the floor when you open yours
Don't scratch my doors. 350 I push heavy
Not a Ford it's (Chevy, Chevy, Chevy)

First owner, not too many miles on her
We rep the BAY, we don't rep California (I'm liyng)
I'm run you for your car note

Why you don't got SS's in front of your Monte Carlo?
Residence full of white folks
I'm leave fresh tire marks top of they asphalt

You got muscle car? You $#&@ing with them Muscle cars?


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