Slide Curren$y (Ft. E-40 & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah
From Cali to New Orleans
And back

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
The tires won't slide if the motor ain't hot
Come through, leave two, run what ya got
I'm a low rider mostly, I cruise, I hop
But I got a couple muscle cars tucked at the spot
Talkin' about Camaros, El Caminos, Monte Carlos
Homie, I got a few of those
Pie track, tire scratch, you smell the smoke
Smell like love to me though
Down south flow, I get love on the left coast
Dippin' with my loved ones in a rag boat
Smoked out, three wheels through the Home Depot
Then in flew right back to the N.O
In Canal Street with my people
They was out doin' donuts, like the shit was all legal
Burnin' rubber, going crazy at the second line
Remind me of that one time, I was in the Bay with a homie of mine
Camaros and Trans Ams dancin' in the sunshine
Sideshow, they was like swung what you brung
If your engine ain't right don't come
The homie laid 5 grand on the trunk
Like which one of you boys wanna run
The cars then lined up, they raced he won
Got back to the stunts like what