Sunday Night

Lyrics

[Intro] Well, that's real good to hear, Kit 420 p [Verse 1] Sunday night Where your gold, Nigga? Where your ice? Where your cars? Nigga, where yo bikes? Suede bucket seats with the loud ass pipes This a takeover, got the blick on my lap The cars can't move because the streets too packed Any nigga try, goin' to get his ass whacked Leave his ass dead, face down on a map L.A. niggas don't play that shit Get out of line, we'll kill you quick Shift kick my shit like skrt, hit the gas and the wheels go skrt Sunday, fun day, flying down a one-way One in thе head, and I'm ready for the gunplay [?] in thе Aerocoup, and that bitch hot, tearing up tires on the block [Hook x2] Vettes, Beamers, trucks, and bikes, pulling all that shit out on a Sunday night Chevies, Cutlass, and Regal steel, got the Glock on my lap niggas still getting killed [Verse 2] Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? Vroom vroom, race to the beach Pull out some titties when you see me in traffic Let me know it's real, let me know I'm crackin' We burning up tires, like "fuck it, it's nothin'" Treat a Benz like a bucket Seen a cop grab my Glock and I tucked it Had a Bel Air bottle, but I drunk it Hit Crenshaw Boulevard, then hit Broadway That's what I represent all day Young [?] got a Benz truck, lookin' good One of the flyest young niggas from the 'hood Getting to the cash, if it ain't a V8 then that shit ain't fast Welcome to the land, If it ain't V8 or better then that shit ain't fast [Hook x2] Vettes, Beamers, trucks, and bikes, pulling all that shit out on a Sunday night Chevies, Cutlass, and Regal steel, got the Glock on my lap niggas still getting killed [Outro: ?] You know where your bitch is from in L.A.? If your bitch got the eyeliner poppin', the Cortez are fresh as fuck, and her uncle or her dad on a lowrider she from East L.A., Northeast L.A. If your bitch always trying to Nas it, always has the G-ride, knows all the chop shops, and always trying to hit a lick, she from the East Side low bottoms -- HP, Florence, Watts area, ... you know what I mean? South Central. If your bitch got the squabble, but she got big old hoop earrings and she pretty as fuck, she from Vermont, Normandy, Western. If your bitch swear she knows every rapper in L.A., she's from Inglewood. If your a bitch a little bougie bitch, but she's tryin' to be hood, but she's too bougie to be hood, she from like Midtown, West L.A., Culver City, Mid-City area