
My ’64 (Remix) The Game (Ft. Bun B & Snoop Dogg)
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[Hook]
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch
[Verse 1 - Game]
Pull the rag off the '64, back out the driveway
Let the top down, hit the switches on the highway
Three-wheel motion on the I-10 cruisin'
Real full of hard, headed straight for Houston
Candy painted Impala, the same color as syrup
She my bitch, she my bird, she can fly, that's my word
Twelve chrome pumps, four gold Daytons
Three hoes in the back keep the bitch niggas hatin'
I'm a lowridin' menace, I should be in the Guiness
Hit the switch, watch the real kiss the clouds when I'm in it
White walls spinnin', 808s blastin'
Run up on my car, spit fire like a dragon
Kane in Menace, try to jack me, that ain't the business
Nigga I will paint your fitted
Who did it? The nigga with the red Nikes on
Catch me ridin' shotgun with who? Mike Jones
[Hook]
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch
[Verse 1 - Game]
Pull the rag off the '64, back out the driveway
Let the top down, hit the switches on the highway
Three-wheel motion on the I-10 cruisin'
Real full of hard, headed straight for Houston
Candy painted Impala, the same color as syrup
She my bitch, she my bird, she can fly, that's my word
Twelve chrome pumps, four gold Daytons
Three hoes in the back keep the bitch niggas hatin'
I'm a lowridin' menace, I should be in the Guiness
Hit the switch, watch the real kiss the clouds when I'm in it
White walls spinnin', 808s blastin'
Run up on my car, spit fire like a dragon
Kane in Menace, try to jack me, that ain't the business
Nigga I will paint your fitted
Who did it? The nigga with the red Nikes on
Catch me ridin' shotgun with who? Mike Jones
[Hook]
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch, jockin' a bitch
Cruisin' down the street in my '64, jockin' a bitch
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