IMPALAS & HYDRAULICS

[Verse 1: REASON] Nigga, this shit feel like pistols poppin' Dippin', ridin', Diddy talkin', G.O.A.T. shit Slidin' in the G-Wagen through Philly on some more shit We always kept it one hunnid, some Franklins in my coat, yeah Hopeless, REASON, talk to 'em, gangstas know they gon' walk to it, look The best rhymin' was raised to expect violence The gang and the set ridin', pull up in the 'Vette, slidin' Like dick in some wet pussy, don't think I'm a vet? Push me Empire building like Lucius, I'm gettin' neck from a Cookie Oh yeah, my niggas pull up slidin' with some shottas Oh yeah, old West, this Impalas and hydraulics Oh yeah, West shit, Dickies and Chucks tyin' Appetite for the streets 'cause niggas is fed buyin' Flashy with the drip, stay dangerous, move silent 'Cause niggas livin' loud is soon to be dead quiet Shit, know my worth, give me twenty for those shows Paid a penny for my thots, don't give a penny to these hoes, nigga [Chorus: REASON & The Game] Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga Okay, in Cheetahs, throwin' dollars, nigga Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga ([?]) [Verse 2: The Game] You know the tin house across the street from Davis? Tan khakis, Lord, save 'em, my bandana said, "Fuck the neighbors" Wilmington moves, my Pendleton blue, guess I'm confusin' niggas Pull up on my opps, hop out the cuttie like I'm cool with niggas Memoirs of a Compton nigga, thought I was a samurai Choppin' up them bricks, goin' through Bompton with 'em Smith & Wesson, he brought his sponsors with him, he a monster with 'em I know what's on your mind and I'm 'bout to press your conscience with 'em Try me, we gon' pull your card and take your ID Get a bad bitch from I-G, have her put ketamine in your I-V Bitch-ass nigga, I'm checkin' your purse And we gon' make sure you dead, yeah, we checkin' your hearse Come to the secretary on your birthday and step on the dirt Niggas get split with the TEC disrespectin' the church Your whole hood cryin', guess they wasn't expectin' the hurt Your momma want that R-I-P merch, guess who pressin' the shirts Keep playin', nigga [Chorus: REASON] Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga Okay, in Cheetahs throwin' dollars, nigga Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga Okay