Turf Talk

Turf Talk - Muscle Cars lyrics

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(feat. E-40 & Keak Da Sneak) 



Muscle Cars- yeeeeY'!.. 



[Chorus] 



[E-40] 

Not out of the local news paper, but out the AutoTrader 

Cleaner, than virgin cuchie, my nigg', one on her Cutlass, playa' 

The beat wrapped in monster cables, the speakers thump'n 

Trunk sound'n like Godzilla, and King Kong, back there thump'n 

All we do is wic, and get high and petal and push! 

Organic weed, mysterey weed, just purple cush! 

I cut the the rear weld, on my whip, and filled that bitch up 

and now muscle car sit'n 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 fuck boi', and get your face put on a white tee 

40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak 

They maynee' ass voices, and they styles is hekka unique 

High speed chase's and run'n lights 

Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes 



[Chorus] 



[Keak Da Sneak] 

Thumper, and carburator. four speed Trany 

Dual exahust dipped in sauce 

My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways 

Threw the East Side-Boi', crunk like Lil' Jon 

Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don 

East Okaland the land of the side show 

Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo' 

I'm ridin side ways, this way and that way 

Doors open, while in traffic 

Hold the door open, (Hello!) 

Shit'n on em', no front'n 

455 got me run'n up on Aston Martins 

We run from dem on streets, not the freeway 

B&M shift kit (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea 

On my celly cell stright lace with no fuck'n dew 

Mobb'n in my Ol' skool, like Lil' Bruce' 



[Chorus] 



[Turf Talk] 

Four 15's, beat supreme 

Told niggaz fuck Rally's, ride gold one's mayne' 

Mother's off candid, don't hate cause I ain't me 

Race, foo, smoke in yo' face, foo' 

Super charger, push this botton 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 Califronia, (I'm lie'n...) 

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 



[Bridge] 

You got muscle car? You fuck'n wit' dem Muscle cars? 



[Chorus]
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