Gmc - The Cool Kids

So I’m riding in that 4 door range rover classic

4.6 got damn its Jurassic

The old school box no socks on it either

You don’t need no shoes ‘cause the stocks look cleaner

I’m rolling up pot on top of my beezer

The summertime, I’m in Ibiza

Alpine swimming non-stop up top with the tweeters

Boldy Concreatures said we up freeze up

If you thinking about taking a stab

Pretty girls call me while they taking a bath

And now I’m seeing if she playing so I wait for the laugh

And home girl wasn’t making a splash

I’m like cool then

Moved in like one of your neighbors

The only young runner that can run in the majors

Where I’m from gangbang niggas run with the raiders

And the live guys roll in the blazers

And we both did it up (Rolling on them dishes)

And we posing it up (Waiting on they pictures)

no they won’t eat

Keep dumping like tires on the GMC

Newsflash, that ain’t news to me

Newsflash, I’ma cruise the streets

Newsflash, playing for keeps

Dumping like tires on the GMC

Best believe it was a hassle to try to find it

As soon as I caught it I heard Mikey hit, like get this

It’s the nicest, it rides like them tires on

That got the hydro-lift

That six

Flipping through the low-rider books you can’t touch

Now we walk the steps that they built, we came up

Like the poster of your favorite emcee that you hang up

Use tape cause thumb tacks will tear that thing up

and that Pistons Dennis Rodman

Full size Saab sedans that I was riding in

Me and Rap City TV around 5 pm

Joe Clair and Big Lez was what we watch back then

Yea, now you figure that’s big fours

Cars we for insurance

Uptown air force kicks on the dashboard

We was like 12 back then when we saw it

Flipping through The Source magazine that we bought

Had the old school pockets lunch dollars in our wallets

Figured can’t get a square peg in a round socket

Now they rock anything to ball like Charlie

I crash fours now we running up the court

Give me what you got for it and I’ll trump that up

Up top, roof top, do the smurf and the wop

That’s the go-to move when we step in the spot

Let me show it, baby don’t smoke but she’ll roll it

For all those who want it but can’t pay the tax for it

That’s the point point-guards trying to check the small forwards

Same old song with a brand new chorus