Big Bodies Lyrics - Singles - Roy Jones Jr.

Big Bodies by Body Head Bangerz 

Intro: 

Old school, lacs, delta 88's, box chevy caprices, monte carlos 

We takin it all the way back 

Hook: 

big bodies ridin on twos and fours 

boss hogg and slammin big body doors 

old school box chevys and lacs 88's with the room in the back 

so wathcu swangin in (x2) 

Verse 1: 

Box chevy caprices creepin on crome d's 

They 17's but I keep my spokes clean 

wood grain on the wheel 

wood grain on the dash 

peanut butter guts 

wit a peanut butter rag 

15's in the trunk,doin pricey in the back 

ten clear coats a dat candy on factory black 

no flakes in my paint,no flippin for me 

i like it simple,so fresh and so clean 

swangin from left to right 

leanin, mean muggin foos 

trunk rattlin like a snake till my woofers blow 

i like my volume loud, i like my bass deep 

i like my tweeters tweakin..so u can hear da beat 

around the corna u hear me on the other street 

but let me warn ya its murda in them backseats 

thats how i ride foo, so take a ride wit me 

cause when im gone its hard for yall to come and git me. 

Hook:(x2) 

Verse 2: 

look..give me a cut dawg,75 wit black tint 

black paint and make way for the young pimp 

old school trues and foes, and im good 

theres somethin in the trunk and somethin under the hood 

never drive over 30 miles an hour dawg, u can come holla hoe 

git in my passenger seat, and this ain't your moms car 

so when you gittin in.. wipe your feet, 

my interior imported from another country 

no head in the front seat u know how much this cost me 

you lucky you ain't sittin on plastic 

and you betta not fart or you gittin your ass kicked 

take pride in my ride, i love her like a child 

im rollin up the avenue and them bitches are like WWWOOOW 

but i don't pay em attention im rollin up to my nizzles like.... 

Hook:(x2) 

Verse 3: 

check it,uhhh..bently 2004,i got 3 different cars 

i payed for em,ima drive all them muh fuckas 

i gotta have that boom,cause women love to knock 

turn it up and i betcha i'll make that pussy pop 

i gotta h2,the 24's turning 

ima stunna, so you gunna smell that rubba burnin 

i got a need for speed i keeps dual exhaust 

you hear that big truck commin nigga whos the boss 

don't git caught up in the paint i picked 

cause i'll flip it in a minute, nigga money ain't shit 

i shine harder then the average star 

niggas might hate me but they love my car, 

lovin the way i sit on 24's and blow 

cruisin through the hood like im pushin the love boat 

sittin behind tint, like one of them presidents 

and its evident anything else is irrelavent, if it ain't.... 

Hook (x2)