The Crest Creepaz Follow

You know what yokin is? Have you ever yoked somethin?
or Oldskooled somethin? Ok well, I'm from the Yay Area man
Where I come from, we sideshow, yoke, swang it, and you
got to be real tight, high performance where I'm from
yaddamean, your car got to be handlin, handlin suffa
Can ya feel me, if ya car ain't handlin nuffa,
ya aint handlin nuffa, The car is the first thing
that the beezys see when you drive up yaddamean? You come up in ya whip
ya ya ya, that shit debut man, thats a pimp debut man
when you come through in ya car man, your car is everything.

Verse 1: Traxx
I'm up early for the bread as soon as the day break in
Scraper oldskool the color of Clay Aiken,
Rims as big as Rubben Studdard,
and the only thing I'm sorry for is being too damn buttered,
Yea, Diggi Ricardo, Stewie Retardo,
Bitch in the passenger seat look like Nelly Furtado,
when she, suck the pipe seein hella then gargle,
Plus I'm tampered and then blazed like my name Leonardo

Verse 2: Baygeen
I'm terrible, hydro, mad and gassin,
Scrapin on the S and my wood grain graspin
four twelves blastin, stop signs passin,
pedestrians watch out see they'll turn fast and
I'm bobbing, weaving, right through traffic
Motor got more power, than the hands of Cashis
Red lights green lights yellow lights flashin
no matter the light color my scrapers passin

[Chorus]
I scrape, dip, yoke riiide
Oldsmobile with the leather inside,
Four twelve pines, suction pipe,
Never hit lefts always hit rights
[x2]

Verse 3: Boss Hogg
I drove by with my music up,
doing a buck down Soya
Leave low we might see him Suctionsa
It's big dog no pumpin I'm all dugged up kuz kuz guess what
It's no stop, and I'm goin to the top
like the clown in the box,
with fresh new paint pump nothin drive right
and we go buy cars with everything we got

Verse 4: Shigady
I'm in my Century scrapin,
backward rollin up, four twelves quackin,
seats vibrating, ain't mashed the tip
nigga thats basic, ghost ride the whip like the cuddy J. Diggs
Now whats a Buick without a suction nothin,
Doors open hangin out the sunroof buggin,
Gas break dip without spillin my Hennessey
I'm the first nigga you seen with DUBs on a Century

[Chorus]
I scrape, dip, yoke riiide
Oldsmobile with the leather inside,
Four twelve pines, suction pipe,
Never hit lefts always hit rights
[x2

Verse 5: Mistah FAB
What it do, what it don't do,
catch me at the intersection, I'ma show you
my breaks is bad, my rotors old, my
wheels is chrome my motors gold,
I y-y-y-yerk in my scraper like a vet,
take me ten minutes just to get from the town to the Crest
I'm with the Creepers all bumpers no sleepers,
all Nextel chirpers don't fuck with the beepers,
Crisco in my trunk and it sounds like thunderrrr,
Four 15's if you clowns ever wonderrr,
Ride through the Barrio they say Ay Caramba
Candypaint so clean look like packs of Mamba
Tints on my windowsss I'm tryinna be under
Glasses on my face but we call the stuntas
Mistah FAB they know who I is though
Boy got cash more bread than Quiznos