The Cool Kids - GMC lyrics

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] So I'm riding in that 4 door range rover cla**ic 4.6 got damn its Jura**ic 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 g**n n***as run with the raiders And the live guys roll in the blazers [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] Best believe it was a ha**le 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 [STN?] 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 [Hook]