My pappy said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln" Have you heard the story of the hotrod race Where
Prevod: Vse. Hot Rod Lincoln.
My pappy said "Son your gonna drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop driving that hot rod Lincoln" Have you heard the story of the hot rod race Where
your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turnin', spin a wheel off Snap the axle in half, bust the tire-rod Quit hollerin
How's about cookin' Somethin' up with me? Hey, sweet baby, Don't you think maybe We could find us A brand new recipe? I got a Hot-Rod Ford And a two
all the cats flip She's got it Ooh baby, she's got it Ooh baby, she's got it I can't do without her She loves to sing, hot rod queen She's real gone
behind the wheel. I wanna know how your hot rod feels. Let me drive. oooh, let me drive. Let me behind the wheel. I wanna know how your hot rod feels
come for the coke and [Fox] All the money in the spot [Jay-Z] Act funny, get shot [Fox] Nigga, hands high [Jay-Z] And I hope none of y'all niggas got
, (it's all you Yuk) the highest niggaz in the industry, an when you see us backstage, nigga, pass that weed. Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)* 40, y'all
yeah I sell a little yeah thats how I lick em yeah thats what I give them yeah thats how I sick em throwing a hot potatoe these hot potatoes I ship em
, aye, aye So why dat haffi print out Mi haffi hide inna mi car whey tint out Jesum, all di while deh Yuh mek di whole a main street crew go crazy Gaddamn, you hot
on your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off get the wheels turning, spin a wheel off snap the axel in half, bust the tie-rod quit hollering
in case I'm a loose killer Mockingbird, the same rod slays women You ain't heard, The whole team stays with it A few ticks of my wrist watch Y'all
we're silly You'll be daffy and I'll be dilly We'll order up two bowls of chili Settin' the woods on fire I'll gas up my hot rod stoker We'll get hotter
dreams are torn, She stares off alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just being born For all the shut down strangers and hot rod
private area All hell is in your tush When Koo G. Rap push pushes inside this bush Another' home girl flinches But I got inches for all you lil' wenches
from Pharrell to make the album hot? (Thugga!) Yeah I hear y'all but don't see you niggaz Y'all just making words rhyme, y'all ain't seeing no figgas
[Mad Child] I make heads nod like a hot-rod with hydraulics A beer drinkin ??? gettin plastered like alcoholics. I smash kids that fraulic or tip-toe
