Lil Keke - Phenominal lyrics

Cla** is now in session...ghetto activity Dats right...time to raise the garage [Oww] and pull out large [ooh ooh]..ha ha...quiet money gangstas baby [Take it to em baby]...fresh out the driveway [Take it to em baby, baby]...rollin' n holdin' [Hook] I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime im up in the whip And when i pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims You know what it is Ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya diiiiig You know who it is Ya dig...ya dig...we always on phenomenal sh** [Verse 1] I'm a 4th handman, postman calculating plenty paper The slab full of gra** im feelin like a landscaper Old school critical stash and digital dash 71' top down welcome to my history cla** The watch real spiffy, the jeans $650 The Lac' Cincinnati Red call it Ken Griffey [Grifffffey] I'm on them big rims slow down in front of me Black skin, Yellow Gold, lookin' like a Bumble Bee Super tight, chrome pipes tell me can u picture this I'ma show u how to make the slab look ridiculous The seats perferarted, the wood decorated My car k** relationships thats why them s**ers hate it I'm in the Welch's Grape Dark Purple if u missed it Soft leather Light Tan Hungry Jack biscuits I'm known for holdin' boy rollin' up another kind Fresh out the shop and on the streets feein blow ya mind [Hook] I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime im up in the whip And when i pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims You know what it is Ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya diiiiig And You know who it is Ya dig...ya dig...we always on phenomenal sh** [Verse 2] Chevrolet suburban, 26 perelli tires Its Charcoal Gray at midnight it hurt ya eyes Swisha House crime family, H-Town wise guys The Lexus value meal the rims come supersized Slab is commercial, the foreign is a posterboard Ya outta line tryna fix up a Honda Accord I'ma show u how to pull up in cut a curb I'ma show u how to make that thang look superb Grain in ya left fist, cup in ya right hand Air conditioner on 60 n***a I aint playin' In a Fruit Punch Impala, Root Beer Cutla** Pineapple Cush wit the Strawberry Crushes Mink floors, Black n White feelin' like a Polar Bear Troopers on the Interstate so i aint even goin there Avalanche All Black same color Ashanti's DTS Cadillac and i dont need company [Hook] I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime im up in the whip And when i pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims You know what it is Ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya diiiiig And You know who it is Ya dig...ya dig...we always on phenomenal sh** [Verse 3] Graduated too kool, comin' outta slab school Hit the black top in watch out for the damn fool I'm switchin' gears and pullin' off on the regular 15's bangin' baby don't call it cellular Ain't no Noss because its touch screen new Its spaceage visual it all equal blue Boys playin catch up, welcome to Millenium 7 figure hot rods and cozy condomeniums Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious I'ma show ya how to make the slab look ferrocious I'ma make' em fold, then teach' em hold Then i might just pull up ridin' Rolex Gold [Hook] I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime im up in the whip And when i pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims You know what it is Ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya diiiiig You know who it iiiiiiiiis Ya dig...ya dig...we always on phenomenal sh** I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime im up in the whip And when i pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims