propane
Ridin' in my Caddy, El Dorado on my gold things
Speakers in the trunk and they be screamin' causin' road rage
And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered, I don't answer when my phone rings
Makin' money in the music business like I'm in the dope game
Like somebody came and lit the propane
Oh bang
Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things
Speakers in the trunk and they be screamin' causin' road rage (Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah)
And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered
Rollin' up and blowin' smoke rings
Makin' money in the music business like I'm in the dope game
Like somebody came and lit the propane, I'm on fire
Like I'm reunited with an old flame, I'm on fire (Yeah)
Like somebody came and lit the propane, I'm on fire
Like I'm reunited with an old flame, I'm on fire (Yeah)
I'm on fire
Rittz up in this bitch, they should nickname me classic
Drivin' a classic Cadillac, I fashion it in traffic
Bout' to drop a classic album, here's a classic song to match it
Jordans on my feet, I hit the gas and then I pass 'em
Smell the weed I'm chiefin', had to crack the window, gaspin'
Cussin' out my homie 'cause he's ashin' on the missus in the back, I said you pushin' it
You almost burned a hole right through the cushions in my pillow seats, they padded like a mattress
Million dollar motive, call me Jonny Global
Funny I remember how it felt when I was local
Now we travel coast to coast, Spanish bitches holler, "Hola"
When I'm in my Arizona home, it's candy-coated LoLo
When you ride in chrome or solid gold, you gotta showboat
In my Monte Carlo 'bout to valet park it up at Fogo
Haters they can hate but they can't take away my mojo
I took my lady home, I hit the club and rolled up solo
When I'm
Ridin' in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things
Speakers in the trunk and they be screamin' causin' road rage
And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered
Rollin' up and blowin' smoke rings
Makin' money in the music business like I'm in the dope game
Like somebody came and lit the propane
I'm on fire
I'm Pimp Tight, M-J-G, I thought I told you serious
Not a joker, real juicy pussy poker
I-55 driver, never in a disguise, a real nigga for real
90's era survivor
Keep hoes hoein' as long as the wind blowin'
As long as her friend goin', that's how you get ten goin'
That's multiplication and communication at its best
Power and pimpin', my manipulation is a test
For all of the ones who think they are the greatest
Their popularity is sinkin' 'cause there you go again thinkin'
Now I done told y'all niggas wantin' to be the best
You gotta learn from the best 'cause we invented the rest
Yeah me and my O.G's, The Run D-M-C's
E-P-M-D's, Rakim's and Eric B.'s
The Geto Boys, the Bun B's, and the Pimp C's
You might could charge a trick but you can't charge these
I'm gone like a drone, high in the sky
I'm behind the wheel but I feel like a fly
Pulling up chromey, got some cookies on me
Continue to keep cool with cops all around me
It's hot as Tabasco, press on the gas slow
Blew at an ugly bitch, she had a whole bunch of ass though
Creepin', bendin' corners like I did in '96
One-fifty a gallon for gas, used to be higher'n a bitch
Ride all day, smoke all night
And play some funky music I hope y'all like
In the hood all good, Kenwood with the woofers
Pulling up on D-boys, thugs, pimps, and hookers
Look at D is what they say when they see me when I be coastin'
They be askin' me for weed because they know that I be smokin'
Every day, all day, nigga, 24/7
I give them a hit then split
They be like, "Give me more, Devin"
But I'm
Ridin' in my Chevy Monte Carlo on them chrome things
Speakers in the trunk and they be screamin' causin' road rage
And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered
Rollin' up and blowin' smoke rings
Makin' money in the music business like I'm in the dope game
Like somebody came and lit the propane, I'm on fire
Like I'm reunited with an old flame, I'm on fire
Like somebody came and lit the propane, I'm on fire
Like I'm reunited with an old flame, I'm on fire
I'm on fire
(Ya-uh-ya, ya-uh yeah)