Sintax.the.terrific & DJ Kurfu - Pimp My Hrududu (The Body Shop) lyrics

[Sample] I've never seen anything like that before The man-thing k**ed it A man-thing? A hrududu. It runs on it The what? The hrududu It runs on it? Yeah, faster than we can It's dangerous, then. It could catch us No, no. It won't take any notice of us at all. I'll show you. Watch this. See? It's not interested [Verse 1] Sintaxtheterrific committed to get it crackin' Introduce a ballet dancer to the back spin Turn an URB next 100 to a has been Make all the new styles feel old fashioned You think you can rock with this? I'm a high-speed thriller with an unexpected plot twist Put me on your hot list never pop Crys Got everyone in town screaming, “Do you got this?” “Do you got this? do you got this?” Got everyone in town screaming, “Better cop this” Yeah, I'm terrif, but I'm really being modest If I were to flex you couldn't handle me, honest Really you're the bombest, as soon as I'm through Detailing your 69 Impala hrududu Life is like coming to an asphalt river Unaware of the dangers that a street can deliver [Pre-Hook] Here, here, we go [Hook] Hrududu and the ride is nice y'all [Verse 2] Bailing out the Big 3, failing to see You're probably asking yourself, “Why aren't they bailing out me?” We got a muffler stuck in the collective Mouth of all these politicians yucks that we've elected Clutch-popping weapons driving to the guard rail Of heaven ‘cause pollution is our life turned stale EXL standard with the DVD So that my children will have ADD Touring package with the automatic doors I'd rather push a bu*ton on these problems I ignore They're screaming for energy independence My energy depends on a genuine repentance Of waste and prosperity, got a fair degree Of stuff, soldiers spill their guts to keep it fairly cheap I rarely speak on fancy cars But you can drive it off the lot today, man, recharged [Bridge] We can't stop now ‘til we get it all right and alright and alright [Verse 3] Kurfu kicked back in a Ford Taurus leaving Like Fox Mulder ‘cause he wants to believe Something is out there, pumping those brakes Black rubber pealing as his Michelin's deflate Aviator sun gla**es offer some escape As he rolls like a pair of tinted windows to the soul Not ‘cause he's cold, just a little private Eyes can say so much, he prefers to keep ‘em silent Oscillating eyelid wipers clear the view From the downpour, tears make life hard to see through Flipping the high beams, reaching for the coffee “got to try and shake this daydream off me” Feeling groggy, pa** the double yellow Head on collision with the oncoming metal Into the body shop, up on the rack ‘cause we got to wreck our life to get it back [Outro] You haven't been made in your vehicles' image You haven't been made in your vehicles' image You haven't been made in your vehicles' image Heaven ain't Ford or Hell the DMV [Sample] Hazel? Hazel, this is where it comes from. I know now that terrible thing is coming What do you mean? Look. The field! The field! It's covered with blood! Blood? Don't be silly