Letras
Where the fuck's my keys, man?
I'm chain smoking out the window
Dying faster than a Subaru, I drive it like i stole it
Dodging piggies like a Muslim do
So tip your bottle up, and let that throttle pop
No licence, no REG, no WOF, no worries cuz
I am lit losing traction, til the tyres split
4 litre V8 doing my part for the environment
And now you gone and did it bro
I loaned my Honda Civic over to Bhig Bhozy
All i got back, was a lot of tickets
What i want it for, shit i drove a gully Ford Fairmont
The bumper held together by a bungee cord
This car is trash, half the time its giving heart attacks
And the window broken, I replaced it with a garbage bag
This a whoopty bitch, I ain't pushing Supra cuz
Knocking from from the engine bay
Well I just turn the music up
Parking tickets, I ain't giving a buck cuz
Tyres bout as bald as fucken Christopher Luxon (ballhead)
Catch me if you can, Piggy never finding me
Jigging doors and popping the ignition with a filed key
Too many charges be, son you better write a list
Stolen whips, rolling over street signs like they cyclists
100K, run it straight, without a sober thought
Homie caught the speed bump
Got air time, like Tony Hawk
Take me back when I was lawless at school
Man, we was doing ram raids
Before it was cool, it's Blique
Slow, loud and banging
When I'm swanging, in my whooptdeville
Out the window, my goons are hanging
The gang with me moving still
My whoopties shining
I'm riding dirty, sliding the curb
Pump up my Pioneers like I am here
When I arrive, it's like skurrrt
I parallel park that motherfucker flawlessly
Drunk and disorderly just how I oughta be
Humbuggy normally, It's ordinary for me
To be drunken and driving smuking and flying
Pushing the boat out to where the water deep
I'm bored of sleep too many missions on
Too many Kingfisher strong do my liver wrong
Too many bong, got me twisted like the missus thong
Up in karaoke, trying to get these pricks to sing along
To that Ohsoponamu-est vibe
Banging out a big ride, them man will think I'm 6'5
The way I drive is 1.5 litre like Schumacher
Pedal to the floor, making my muffler do a PUKANA (BLAHH)
You hear them motherfucking tyres squeal
Hitting bends, feeling like I'm Mad Max behind the wheel
Running reds, none the WOF, fuck the REG
Ducking feds, huck another left til there's nothing left
Make like one Anaz dreads, and pull out this bitch
Hit the gas like Auschwitz
And move like rumors that are gonna spread
Yeah, Winnie Da Fuu been hot a few summer
Now they wanna follow me around like undercover feds
But I'm a boost and dip manoeuvre quick then lose the D'z
I cruise the streets at super speeds, while gone off booze and trees
My CV's knocking like my new release
When my CD pops and then Bhig Bhozy breathe
You know my motherfuckers steeze
Slow, loud and banging
When I'm swanging, in my whooptdeville
Out the window, my goons are hanging
The gang with me moving still
My whoopties shining
I'm riding dirty, sliding the curb
Pump up my Pioneers like I am here
When I arrive, it's like skurrrt