ON GOD

CHORUS


Chevrolet swangin' ^!$$% carolina blue (On God) 22's on a brand new old skool. (On God)
Hittin' switchez in this brand new coupe. (On God) Keep it tinted so you can't see thru. (On God) x2


VERSE 1


I'm switchin' lanes in tha green 64. You can call it lima bean cuz at night it gone glow.
Yo I get tha whip going pushin' pedals to the floor. Speed demon on the road, DUI cuz I'm gone.
Yo I'm blue tooth talkin' can't you see I'm on the phone. Chevrolet sportin' Perrili tires with tha chrome.

Keep ya mind focused while you breakin' up tha dro while I peel the top back cuz you know I'm bout 2 blow.
I'm in tha new Lamburgani wit 22's on tha feet crusin' down on Bel-Air on Sunset Street.
Man I keep my burner tucked 4 all dem ^!$$%z who gone creep. $#&@ all you $#&@in' haterz lay you down in defeat.

I keep the 15's bumpin' DNB on the beat. Satellite feedin' out the back of the seat.
Different colored car everyday of the week. ^!$$%z throwin' up they hood when I pass on the street on God!


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VERSE 2


I got a diamond in the back, sun roof top. Diggin' in the scene wit a gangsta lean.
Revin' up the machine. Muscle car look mean. Just detailed tha whip, so fresh so clean.

I got my beat down low. Diamond on the side. Sun roof top. 12's bumpin' Pac.
Hit the hydraulics at the light when I stop. Check my rear view cuz them cops lookin' hot.
I'm in tha Chevrolet Scraper gangsta leanin' on them haters. (*##$ez pupils dilatin' cuz they fiendin' for a playa.

It's time to pay up. DNB is what'z up. Put the music on the track an watch you ^!$$%z get buck.
I'm ballin' hard in my whip switchin' lanes like a pimp. One flip of them switchez you gone feel the front dip.
Got that wood grain grip. Flossin' presidential tint. It's how we do on God ^!$$% South Bay representin'.


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VERSE 3

Now here iz 7 different whips sittin' in my driveway, everyday that end with "y" I be sittin' sideways.

See the wood grain grip. Eyes focused on tha whip. Skull head on the stick with custom chrome on the grip.
I'm in the red Testarosa, rollin' like I'm soposta. Coastin' thru Pier Plaza by Sharkys in West Hermosa.
An $#&@ a hot box I let um know I'm a solja. See me rollin' down the windows while I'm blowin' the doja.

Got vibration pumpin' can you feel it in ya feet? Pushin' 5000 watts, now you feelin' the beat.
Yo I live by the gun an I provide these streets. L.A. rich rollin' ^!$$% on G.O.D.
Posted up in the Lambo, or rollin' the Benz. Either way I stay posted on them 20 inch rimz.

At the drive thru teller, collecting my ends. I pop the clutch an see me vanish, like dust in the wind.

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