Roy Jones Jr. - Big Bodies lyrics

Big Bodies by Body Head Bangerz Intro: Old school, lacs, delta 88's, box chevy caprices, monte carlos We takin it all the way back Hook: big bodies ridin on twos and fours boss hogg and slammin big body doors old school box chevys and lacs 88's with the room in the back so wathcu swangin in (x2) Verse 1: Box chevy caprices creepin on crome d's They 17's but I keep my spokes clean wood grain on the wheel wood grain on the dash peanut bu*ter guts wit a peanut bu*ter rag 15's in the trunk,doin pricey in the back ten clear coats a dat candy on factory black no flakes in my paint,no flippin for me i like it simple,so fresh and so clean swangin from left to right leanin, mean muggin foos trunk rattlin like a snake till my woofers blow i like my volume loud, i like my ba** deep i like my tweeters tweakin..so u can hear da beat around the corna u hear me on the other street but let me warn ya its murda in them backseats thats how i ride foo, so take a ride wit me cause when im gone its hard for yall to come and git me. Hook:(x2) Verse 2: look..give me a cut dawg,75 wit black tint black paint and make way for the young pimp old school trues and foes, and im good theres somethin in the trunk and somethin under the hood never drive over 30 miles an hour dawg, u can come holla hoe git in my pa**enger seat, and this ain't your moms car so when you gittin in.. wipe your feet, my interior imported from another country no head in the front seat u know how much this cost me you lucky you ain't sittin on plastic and you betta not fart or you gittin your a** kicked take pride in my ride, i love her like a child im rollin up the avenue and them b**hes are like WWWOOOW but i don't pay em attention im rollin up to my nizzles like.... Hook:(x2) Verse 3: check it,uhhh..bently 2004,i got 3 different cars i payed for em,ima drive all them muh f**as i gotta have that boom,cause women love to knock turn it up and i betcha i'll make that p**y pop i gotta h2,the 24's turning ima stunna, so you gunna smell that rubba burnin i got a need for speed i keeps dual exhaust you hear that big truck commin n***a whos the boss don't git caught up in the paint i picked cause i'll flip it in a minute, n***a money ain't sh** i shine harder then the average star n***as might hate me but they love my car, lovin the way i sit on 24's and blow cruisin through the hood like im pushin the love boat sittin behind tint, like one of them presidents and its evident anything else is irrelavent, if it ain't.... Hook (x2)