Gas Station

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bun B] So certified, USDA-brand dude from PA Man, this UGK And I'm rockin' my Ray-Bans, mirror lens tinted up Servin these boys, so place your orders out, send em up Blue plate special with the blue paint drippin Carolina blue J's on my feet and I ain't trippin Dippin one deep, fuck it two, matter fact quatro Me, Chuck, Mikey and one seat left out for Sweet James Jones Grippin sweet grain, holmes It's a bumpy ride ahead so you best to hang on (Why?) We kamikaze style and we 'bout to get it gungho 84 Biarritz on 84, the trunk is hung low Fifth wheel dragging got the boppers in my sight I bust a uey at the intersection catch em at the light Yo what's cracking for tonight? Cause if you ain't got a plan I got a man and we could hook up something tight Just make a right into the gas station [Verse 2: Chuck] I got my hands full, the Full Force, Force MD's Troop's in the tape player, 88 Cutlass Supreme Through 6 grade, tape was "All Eyez On Me" Nas used that same beat when he spit "Street Dreams" My mom drove a Corsica, we was in the back seat Looking out the window imagination real big dreams I set a new standard for who felt like me Demonstrator style wild flagrant fouls can't screen Showing you the big picture the complete HD DVR rewind it back you wouldn't believe Said I bring that old thing back and they couldn't believe it The air fare's way more for a trip to Ibiza The petrol is 5 bucks, I can't believe it What the fuck is the deal, we too dependent on that barrel Its the way of the world, keep shifting its gears man I gotta fill up, you want something from in here? [Verse 3: Mikey] Throw it reverse for a shorty with the works Write my number on some paper then throw it in her purse As I ride by first things first 9 times out of the 10 that cool shit usually works Nigga, it's 70 degrees I'm in a short sleeve shirt Without wearing a jacket put seeds in the earth I'm growing money trees in my front yard Let me water my lawn, I make it look so easy it hurts Let me get my other dollar back, know I had change Cause the chicken wrap don't cost more than I gave fool Man, fuck it you can keep that buck And all my niggas in the Range Roves just keep trucking Same picture in the frame so selling suede hats In the rain won't work but one try won't hurt me Lucky number 10s and a Rondo jersey We at the gas station you can get in the front seat