Hook
My paint be drippin wet I`m clean as Clorox
And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks
And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)
1st Verse (E-40)
The reason my roofs bald headed convertible top
What use use a old school if it aint a drop
I got a zap of rock and a 5th of Ciroc
Teflon burner gloves don`t get molly wooped
She likin on me She lovin what she see
A big ni**a with style S.W.A.G.
Every since a child had G.A.M.E.
Backwards ass smile bet not f**k with me
Electric dash electric glass electric everything
Highly carberated dual exhaust camillion bugger green
Fresh back from the car wash
Fresh back from a bathe
When the sun hits my paint it turns a different shade
I aint got time to be bulls**ttin I got money on my agenda
I`ve been gettin bread since I came out the placenta
Sevas in the summer time Rallies in the winter
Side wood light skin big booty tender
Hook
My paint be drippin wet I`m clean as Clorox
And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks
And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)
2nd Verse (B-Legit)
I keep them bands on deck
My mans on a jet
Some soft up on the block
In a duce cutty drop
I remember when I copped back in `88
I sat em on some straights
Filled the trunk with fosgates
And since I`m movin weight
You know I counldn`t wait
Brought that motor out the crate
Then I taught it how to skate
We turnin figure eights
Half and whole cakes
We take em on a chase
We aint tryin to take the case
Bitches know I`m fly got that vocal tone
And when they see me they be askin what I`m smokin on
I tell em cookies bitch you know I got that provolone
And you can call me on the under on my Iphone
You see me insides you know I keeps em stocked
And when I leave the block everybody stop and watch
You never know you might catch a sideshow
I lay that back down And then I drive slow
Hook
My paint be drippin wet I`m clean as Clorox
And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks
And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)
3rd Verse (Richie Rich)
Bitch this aint my Bentley
This my seven duce
Tv deg w sevens press that big ole zeus
Matter fact I got a pair of those for dummies that means 2
My s**t is clean as f**k but when I brought it it was through
I took it off the frame
Bitch this not a game
Got motor new suspension brand new everythang
Candy orange outside guts cocaine
Rims hella chromey see my face and my chain
New shoes on it
22s homie
And I would leave that bitch at home if I was you homie
Cause I`ma swing it sideways
And slap to the trap
Off Patron and a zone with the zap on my lap
Change my flow up Fasho but never f**k the dough up
In the city where prices go down but never go up
Ni**as see the Cutlass and they know it`s the Double
Flossin on that ass know you know you in trouble

Hook
My paint be drippin wet I`m clean as Clorox
And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks
And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)