This dope track is about M-Dizzle's sexy car, and all the things that naturally go along with it. The song was written in his apartment before he met Toasty, and is M-Dizzle and Toasty's earliest known work.
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This is M-Dizzle here to answer the question you've all been asking:
M-Dizzle, do you have a car?
Why I have more than one car.
Take that, haters.
My car's got names for all the the things I use it to do
Now I'mma go through 'em like I've got nothin' to lose
Yo
Call it a whip 'cause I use it to hit prostitutes
I'm like drivin' like Trevor Phillips on the main route
I call it Snoop Dogg 'cause it's rollin' on the daily
I'm drivin' to your house just to make you pay me
I call my ride Trojan 'cause it saves me
Magnum 'cause it feels amazing
Crash test ratings higher than Bob Marley
You can thank God I don't drive a Harley
The only thing I shoot off is drive-bys
No unwanted compliments will fly
Women should have the right to take strides
Without catcalls 'bout their thighs
This isn't the 1930s
Why do you have the right to talk dirty
When she obviously isn't flirting
Get back or I'll shoot ya
No mercy
Yo I'll murder you
I'll blast you to the past
Where you act like you at and no one will glance
At the discrimination you show
Come on, step up to my level
My car's sexier than yours, perception
What happens in the backseat, that's called conception
I got rims on my rims, rimception
and I got a driver's license, now that is no question
Leather seats bumpin' clever beats
Ladies losin' sleep, ruin sheets to the thought of me
But I won't cheat, even though I'm afraid of commitment
Yeah, that's right
I'm afraid of losing someone I love
So I push you away, take a sip of that bub
Could anyone handle me for their whole life
I don't believe anyone could be my wife
We couldn't last 'til death do us apart
Because I'm so damn unfeeling there'd be no start
No relationship could happen
I'm sorry baby, it's over
Ended
My car's sexier than yours, perception
What happens in the backseat, that's called conception
I got rims on my rims, rimception
and I got a driver's license, now that is no question
I've got a Benz, smooth like moccasins
Shiny rims, not Tiny Tim's
'Cause Tiny Tim was poor
And I don't want to make you sore
'Cause I'm not sore since I don't have to walk places
My engine feels like it's made of silk
So smooth, fresh air like a new kilt
The cupholders are just the right size
To fit my phone into, that's pretty nice
It's got one more really nice feature
One that'll blow out my speakers
Ready to hear it
Yo the tape deck is pretty on point
Put it in, unrolls like a joint
Music playin' off the stereo
So y'all know I'm ready to go
Yo, I'm rapping bars about my sexy cars
But I'm not parking far, I'm handicapping
You try to slap me, but you can't catch me
'cause I drive my car in the fastlane
That's right
I got sick flow but I don't ride slow
I'm fast
I'm ready to go
You about to get passed
I'll Race her to the finish line
I Always come in first
Then I come in second
What!
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