"2000 Remember Festiva" lyrics
Yo right here right here
Ay caramba, bang La Bamba
She bought my tape for the song I sung her
Saw my hunger, took my number
Gave me a peck then she let me tongue her
"Is that your hummer? Or is it the Expedition?"
I said "no mines right there, the thunder chicken"
She looked at me and said "don't say that, cause if it is here's your number back"
"I don't do scrubs, or broke ass thugs, fuck rapping boy you need to sell some drugs, cause girls like me is high maintenance, I like iceberg and ice bracelets"
"It's a hundred rap singers on every block, every nigga I know tryna be 2pac, I bought your tape and that's all you get, you driving Festiva boy get to stepping"
Remember Festiva like hold up
Her windows would not even roll up
On three hubcaps with one donut
Everybody laughed at her but so what
Me, Rasheed, and my boy Mark Romo
Drove that car til it stopped and say no mo
Go low, entertainment
The car show wasn't nothing to play with
This weekend, they in Phoenix
Grab all the CD's plus the new remix
Get some posters in black and white, it takes 15 hours we'll leave tonight
We got there Saturday afternoon, this was 96 on the month of June
That Sunday, we sold CD's like dope, and I almost had my first sun stroke
But I made it and clocked 3000 bucks
Those desert women were so gorgeous
I hated to leave, but next weekend, we hit another city and
Do it again
Remember Festiva like hold up
Her windows would not even roll up
On three hubcaps with one donut
Everybody laughed at her but so what
Promise her, when I made some bank
I'd dip her in some candy paint
She got me through the thick and thin, along with the help of a Paper Mate pen
I wrote myself out the slums
Where you sell a small dime for nine ones
Where you can't survive without guns
Where a man lost all his three sons
In the hood, I sold on foot, now things ain't the way they used to look
The hood got hot, my boys got caught, so I had to start selling dope off Scott
I worked off my beeper, pack my heater, I had a dope fiend drive my Festiva, he took me to all the best spots
I'll tell you that car been around the block
Remember Festiva like hold up
Her windows would not even roll up
On three hubcaps with one donut
Everybody laughed at her but so what
Remember Festiva windows wouldn't roll up remember Festiva perdona, hurry up
Ay caramba, bang La Bamba
She bought my tape for the song I sung her
Saw my hunger, took my number
Gave me a peck then she let me tongue her
"Is that your hummer? Or is it the Expedition?"
I said "no mines right there, the thunder chicken"
She looked at me and said "don't say that, cause if it is here's your number back"
"I don't do scrubs, or broke ass thugs, fuck rapping boy you need to sell some drugs, cause girls like me is high maintenance, I like iceberg and ice bracelets"
"It's a hundred rap singers on every block, every nigga I know tryna be 2pac, I bought your tape and that's all you get, you driving Festiva boy get to stepping"
Remember Festiva like hold up
Her windows would not even roll up
On three hubcaps with one donut
Everybody laughed at her but so what
Me, Rasheed, and my boy Mark Romo
Drove that car til it stopped and say no mo
Go low, entertainment
The car show wasn't nothing to play with
This weekend, they in Phoenix
Grab all the CD's plus the new remix
Get some posters in black and white, it takes 15 hours we'll leave tonight
We got there Saturday afternoon, this was 96 on the month of June
That Sunday, we sold CD's like dope, and I almost had my first sun stroke
But I made it and clocked 3000 bucks
Those desert women were so gorgeous
I hated to leave, but next weekend, we hit another city and
Do it again
Remember Festiva like hold up
Her windows would not even roll up
On three hubcaps with one donut
Everybody laughed at her but so what
Promise her, when I made some bank
I'd dip her in some candy paint
She got me through the thick and thin, along with the help of a Paper Mate pen
I wrote myself out the slums
Where you sell a small dime for nine ones
Where you can't survive without guns
Where a man lost all his three sons
In the hood, I sold on foot, now things ain't the way they used to look
The hood got hot, my boys got caught, so I had to start selling dope off Scott
I worked off my beeper, pack my heater, I had a dope fiend drive my Festiva, he took me to all the best spots
I'll tell you that car been around the block
Remember Festiva like hold up
Her windows would not even roll up
On three hubcaps with one donut
Everybody laughed at her but so what
Remember Festiva windows wouldn't roll up remember Festiva perdona, hurry up
