(Chorus 2x)
Twankies crawlin' everywhere
Screens are fallin' out the air,
Trunks are poppin neons glare
Candy glossin' stop and stare,
(Tite)
I'm sittin' 20 inches high while the 'lacs sittin' low
I ride clean and creep slow as the A/C blow,
The Perelies are chrome huggin' as I strut up tha block
Pop the top on the drop and the wheels don't stop,
It's tha Tite place your bet on D3 nut
My wheels lookin' like the one on a big butt truck,
Down here we ride big in the Texas boy
Anything less then 20's then you plexin' boy,
(Chalie Boy)
This is what I do I ride foriegn
Twankie inches ona Benz your supastarin',
Piece and chain hangin' down to my belly
Bizatine droppin' screens and you kno I'm ready,
Choppin' like maschettis
My Sprees are fo steady spinnin',
Pullin' up in tha light I see them ho's steady grinnin',
Feelin Chalie Boy b'cuz tha ride lookin sublime
Niggaz is scared to hate us cuz we'll beat up in they mind,
Four screens for eighty inches of chrome
On the Boulivard recline in tha doam,
And these ho's gone trip,
off tha candy wood strip
The trunk wavin' with tha neons on
(Chorus 2x)
(Big Ake)
On tha 20 inch mission swangin' 'burbans or 'lacs
Rollin' up in spot usually reserved for macs,
Keepin hate to tha back cuz I'm tryina move on
Call me rob the supastar cuz tha slab on my trome,
H-town is my home we like to ride big dubs
Post it up show it off to broads outside clubs,
20 inches or blade is all you need on you ride
But if you've got 19's well hey at least you tried,
See me I'm certified to floss blades or assassins
Yea they 22's bitch open your eyes and quit askin',
95 is what I'm mashin' when I'm on tha highway
"Hey lil mama you fine are you goin' my way?",
By the way have you ever seen wheels this big
I'm on some futuristic shit no you wished that you did,
Chrome too big now that won't come out my mouth
Cuz fine broads and 20 inches how we do it down south,
(Chorus 2x)
(Sir Coop)
On 20 times four I sit high not low
Gotta get a runnin' start just to hop in my door,
Small rims no more cuz mines off tha floor
Garenteed to make you stare when I creep through slow,
Keepin crooks seein' wieghts cuz my paint job wet
I got candy make your mama swear I write hot checks
This rap game got me exed coops a 20 inch vet,
Bubble eye when I ride out the deep east Texas
(Chorus 2x)
