[Cars [Chorus 4x - Roots] (Yes) Oh yes it's Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s (Oh yes) It's Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
1 - Skinny Deville] Skinny talkin bout that wood with that leather, bangin down I-65 Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' keep it It's Nappy bitch, have to come Pay attention, your lesson, yup We them country with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs What you think that Nappy gon' be broke forever? naw Hit the bank and in on old investments What, you ain't know them country fried sessions? Does that hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo' +Questions+? Kentucky's on the map now, who you think gave directions? From the top and down, we rep the country to perfection Don't it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Hella poor straight from the South and haters respect this
[Verse 2 - Ron (Let me you about it) When I first got my baby she could start A-hand-me-down a real O.G., all day she stayed in park Almost did she drive in 1979 And she about a ton Big ol' built to run First thing I done, her over, had her hummin G notes Underneath her hood, hundreds of horses her ego Her government was Coup Deville but I called her Miss Piggy Top her with (?) and fit her for some twenties (twenties) Playas that I be trickin like she's all that I'm love with So we took her to the edge and shoved it and "Ball out on a Budget" Dug in her guts, laced her up with leather and it go good, us country boys forever stay hood
[Verse 3 - B. You shove that shit that go bump bump bump And ya, shake the lock off her muh'fucker When ya, hit the make her muh'fucker jump Roll your window down, stop, look like somethin a pimp Roll that window back up, and show 'em they reflection and ultrafade Then on that sucka like Wesley's +Blade+ D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on they toes Red Rolls, hoes Can't believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, it My ham and cheese the Now what I'm talkin bout? I you three guesses
4 - Big V] You feel the wind, ya? You hear the tires Kentucky, Colorado, Boston down to New Big bodies get it done, Dodge Ram they do run run, they do run run Black magic, lookin better then fryin a pan of fish Gangsta leanin they do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta) Adjective, what I'm rollin in Them country fellas ain't gon' stop it, we on the road
[R. God damn, yes I am, the with the skrilla Got plans, Pac fan 4 my N.I.G.G.A.Z.+ starin, we not playin Armor kryptonite Rims nice but thank God our came to life roller, cash swoll up The mold up The hold us Soldiers to throw they rags when I roll up Dimes is Sell liquor, my is colder Prophet never look fine since I grinded Cola up