On Them Thangs

Lyrics

Oh, I love em Them D's, Them D's, Them D's Oh Shit, I love 'em Them D's Ain't talking about nuts you bitch [Hook] (Do-do-do-do) On them thangs (Do-do-do-do) On them thangs (Do-do-do) On them thangs (Do-do-do) On them thangs When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it It's my African express I don't leave home without it Summertime just ain't known for the weather It's hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together 13's to 14 7's can't miss But on some shit you got to let 15-8's twist Chevy trucks and 'em El Caminos anybody want Dana's I got them for eight c-notes All day long Gold or all chrome it's on You oughta get 'em cause the tires come with 'em But they ain't for busters only hogs roll D's So keep yo' stocks on if you can't fade these Thousands in my pocket, yayo I rock it Keep my low clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down Make the bumper drag the ground on the 'Shaw Every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs [Hook] Get the hammer Be sure that yo strap ain't a jammer and as long As ain't nuthin' wrong then beat I'm on As I watch for the lick I got the switch to make me hit Front back side to side and that three wheel shit Won't hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose It don't stop for Mack, it's the same ol' same ol' Danas gold as a halo, twisting like a tornado In that surplus gear like the G of the year Fuck the hour, it's all about the money and the power Ain't about set trippin' no Bloodin' no Crippin' Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches As I'm rollin' out of control and smoking humps Crank up the bumpie bumps 4 gates and square Dumps so I bang it, make the 20's slide when I swang it Lick it once lick it twice as nice When I hang it on them thangs [Hook 2] x 3 D's I'm on 'em Killas they want 'em On them thangs... Old Chevy's to Cadillacs on twisters and Doves Everybody got a plaque given pub to they car club Mafia for life, Individuals and Damus Ride Majestics and them niggas from the southside New school to old school get they ride on Bendin' corners caravaning like 50 strong In a rag top that and a hard top this Bustin ho's cause you can't miss if you let 'em twist So get you a set of them what we call Dana's And see for yo'self all the bitches they brang us Cut the wheel right to left and make the ass end slide Now all the riders ride and skate from side to side On them thangs Yeah, ya'll see my home boy Mack 10 twistin on them gold 100s Well ya'll don't want to fuck with him, believe me This is Lil Tim Eastside Compton on mine, nigga Fool