"Dashboard" lyrics

Yeah
Comin' to you live from the cemetery
The '94, the '95
It's goin' down like this
All you hatin' ass bitches
Playa hating
Go get you some

Whippin' Chevy on Pirelli, swangin' lines, yuh yuh
Keep the heater on my lap, I don't got a trunk, trunk
Got my youngin' in the back with the Kel-Tec pump
Ten shells, send it to hell, if he talkin' tuck, tuck
He a punk, he a pussy, he don't really drive, drive
Try to jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die
Flipped a Motorola, cuz it chirpin' like a bird
Through the streets, made labor, it's the gang that gon' hurt you

Yeah
You know what time it is
3:45 AM
Still ain't coming down

Touchscreen navigator, seats made of alligator
Boots made of reptile, wrist shinin' like it's Vegas
Chain look like Now and Laters, punchin' like a calculator
Hunnid here, hunnid there, got no time to late it, late it
I just charge it to the gang, if I ever trippin', trippin'
Bitch, I'll barrel eggs sippin', bitch I'm wood grain grippin'
HD DVD playin' in the dashboard
Rush Hour 2 while I'm in traffic, help me fast forward, yeah

What?
Yeah
It's like that