Artist: Outlawz & Young Buck Album: Warrior Music Song: Car Clowdy Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Verse 1: Young Buck] I'm bout to ride out on these traphouses Still posted up n' sold minds out. Took the time out just to find out; Would it really break it down and bring 9 out? I got a bank roll I'm like ?? From the bottom of the barrel I climb out You know what I'm bout, I don't ?? No beef with a nigga I grind out. Don't sleep with a nigga but I still will 6 feet deep me a nigga Beat me a nigga with the back of the barrel of the AR Leave em in the street me a nigga "roll up one" Got my mind on money, it's just me n' mary I don't fuck with no one. Wrap all of my probloms up in that swisher sweet, and tell niggas to blow one! Come on, hit that shit don't run, got ya couphin in the coupe-like you got no lungs I'm cookin' O's and lookin for them hoes Cause one bitch is just ain't no fun. My bills late, my rents due, But I'm a still find a way that I'm a get through. Eh twista let's go and twist one up... see what this shit do [Chorus: Young Buck] Hey! Got the windows up, Car clowdy with a big white cup Knock you down, but I'm right back up I'm running around, this bitch like what Out of control like ain't got no breaks Still strap like ain't got no case We're strong, but they got no case OK! Chuck taylor's ain't got no lace Bad bitch she ain't got no waiste Knock down, I can't feel my face All the hoes, they keep following me You bitch niggas ain't bother me Mary Jane, keep calling me! [Verse 2: EDI DON] I'm a leave him now So hard just in the crowd Fell a nigga ?? with my jeans around We ?? low niggas better hurry up and get your way up! New strap, new ?? I lost a butt ?? money you ain't getting any, we got plenty niggas Wanna see me go, but I'm still here, to the low Ready for me on my stay, ready for a ?? ?? nigga let's fly! Take an ?? breaking off the ?? Don't know when I'm coming down tonight Been at it for three days in the ?? What you're talking about ?? I'm in the light! What you're talking about nigga, this is all fair ?? and we're giving the man ?? Ridin' around with my middle finger up, high as fuck with my drinkin cup Life is short, we gonna live shit up, live shit up, live shit up! [Chorus: Young Buck] Hey! Got the windows up, Car clowdy with a big white cup Knock you down, but I'm right back up I'm running around, this bitch like what Out of control like ain't got no breaks Still strap like ain't got no case We're strong, but they got no case OK! Chuck taylor's ain't got no lace Bad bitch she ain't got no waiste Knock down, I can't feel my face All the hoes, they keep following me You bitch niggas ain't bother me Mary Jane, keep calling me! [Verse 3: Hussein Fatal] Gotta get that strap to the max Looking for enemies, hide to the back John F. Kennedy racks on racks Still got ?? clock on clock. You niggas all trapped in the trap Talk about this, talk about that Trying to take a trap, when he talking about rats. I don't know, but what I do know is everywhere I do go Got my shit all safety! I don't know about you, though Pissed off lady, I'm a ?? Talking dirty, but they ain't got no white Talking ?? but they ain't got no fight All this talk, I don't need no ?? The angel's ridin with me tonight [Verse 4: Young Noble] My Kush strong, but they got no base My red bone, she ain't got no waist This K blow, you ain't got no face No witnesses, you ain't got no case I walk with you, you ain't got no weight You a drug dealer, but ain't got no way Small town, nigga ?? Young nigga wanna eat, but he ain't got no plate! Young nigga wanna ride like he got that hard, Young nigga die young, but his life just start Got me walking to the ?? find that ?? Cashville, we getting to it That G-code, we're sticking to it This real shit, more than music, we're outlawz, come join the movement! [Chorus: Young Buck] Hey! Got the windows up, Car clowdy with a big white cup Knock you down, but I'm right back up I'm running around, this bitch like what Out of control like ain't got no breaks Still strap like ain't got no case We're strong, but they got no case OK! Chuck taylor's ain't got no lace Bad bitch she ain't got no waiste Knock down, I can't feel my face All the hoes, they keep following me You bitch niggas ain't bother me Mary Jane, keep calling me!