Hot Wheels

(Girl giggling)

[Chorus - 1: Jim Crow]

The ladies they choose

They love when I cruise

They all want to sleep with me

Because of 22's on my car

(Cars, cars, cars)

Some raw 24's, Avalanche wit TV's

When you get up inside

Don't spill no liquor on the seats of this car

(Cars, cars, cars)

I met this chick in a drop, '67 Crovette

I offered to call her

But she's playin' hard to get in her car

(Cars, cars, cars)

Every girl that I know

And every girl that I see

They all wanna cut

But it's really not me, it's the car

(Cars, cars, cars)

[Verse: Mr. Mo]

I'm in the Regals 'n Cutlass, Impalas

Trucks, they fuckin' be droppin'

Engine's suspension be squeeking

Bitches by speakers they freaking

Police they catch us indecent

In the vehicle that's leased up

Buddy in the Cutt all tree'd up

He knew what it was so he eased up

Musta' been the candy paint (paint)

That attracted them jackas and skanks (skanks)

Know that them hams is spanked (spanked)

For the Candid Camera man

Everybody face get stuck (stuck)

When the brand new Benz pull up

And it's sitting on the dubs in Trade (Trade)

Jump out wit a throwback Braves (Braves)

Nigga ain't playin' this treal (treal)

I got a crib but the cars where I live

[Chorus - 2: Jim Crow]

The ladies they choose

They love when I cruise

They all want to sleep with me

Because of 22's on my car

(Cars, cars, cars)

Some raw 24's, Avalanche wit TV's

When you get up inside

Don't spill no liquor on the seats of this car

(Cars, cars, cars)

[Verse: Polow]

Hold up, bendin' corners (bendin' corners man)

On 22's (on them Lil' Joe's man)

I'm that nigga (I'm that nigga)

That groupies choose (that groupies will do)

Now I'm a G (G - G)

Straight from the start (start start, start)

And when I pull this pistol (pow pow)

It's gon' stop ya hard (awww)

Give it to me now, figaroh figg-aroh

I'm old school, fall through in the '84

Wit brick red top, Cadillac brome

That's why your baby mama won't leave me 'lone

Got a girl named Shanelle wit a blue Chevelle

Big lil' freak from ATL

Got a freak named Tonya wit a black Impala

Ten-thousand dolla' rims, still stay wit her mama

Now she's so ghetto, but it's all gravy

I ain't got nuthin' but love for ya baby, now pay me

Got a older lady, she drive a Mercedes

The only thing crazy is the hoe smell shady

But, yes of coarse, yes of coarse

By age 20 I'm pushing Porshe

I'm the boy wit the raps, hoes on my back

Ain't nuthin' in the world like my Cadillac

[Bridge: Jim Crow]

We pull up in the vert like WHAM!

Shawty in the skirt like WHAM!

Gave her two minutes in the back like

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Yea, that stankin' lankin' WHAM!

(Cars, cars, cars)

Make a lame ass niggas say DAMN!

[Verse: Cutty Cartel]

'87 Re-gal, gut so clean

Eights and bolds on the Cuttlass Supreme

Original paint, dudes in the back

Thangs I do to that old school 'Lac

Mink on the necks, bitch on the grill

Cherry wood when I whip my wheel

Some bought us a Beem, the girl gon' drill

Chrome on the rims on this car here

Candy apple wit a slant in the ass

I scoop this girl off Ashley

She don't care bout spending her change (her change)

She just like riding on these thangs

[Chorus - 1]

(Cars, cars, cars)