Mack Trucks Lyrics - Spankmaster - Kool Keith

Yeah, 2003 

Big Lou and company 

Macks, Peterbilts, GMC's, white freight liners 

Volvos, Marlins, Internationals 

Eighteen wheels, we do deals 

Major fake baller close your mouth, you rap about the same thing 

Record company got you gassed 

Now you want to hold champagne and bounce 

And act like you from Down South 

I "Pimp Hard" like MJG and Eightball 

Called the crib that my girl Kate called 

Olde English aluminum can tall 

Girls smile when I walk with alligators through the mall 

Shiny jeans and baseball cap, no time for rotation crap 

No sleep, always up with heat, never take no N-A-P 

I.P.P. - International Player 

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Wherever you search there's no one greater 

But you look at the back of the club walkin around 

I see you, that's you, a HATER! 

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll 

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll 

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll 

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll 

Global W.V.C. who can step to me 

Got the belt over my head like Ernie Shavers 

Why'all be talkin behind my back, rhyme as sweet as Life Savers 

From New York, push records out from Detroit 

Greyhound bus will get me to the point 

From there, I don't care, pick me up in a pickup truck 

I roll wagons fly like blue shoes with big Chuck 

Thinkin I gives a fizzucka 

Photos 

You'se a metropolitan plastic-ass, youse a sucka! 

Turn let me blast you in the face 

A guy like you I should slash in the face 

Pick up the lampshade, knock your blunt out your hand 

Smear ash in your face! 

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll 

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll 

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll 

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll