Il testo della The cars

You niggas gon learn buck a buckin d-boy squad buck a buckin rich boy

(verse 1:)
Im in that phantom, askin for that grey poupon, look at my arm bitch, ya see da charm bitch.
Sweet home albama yeah i love her i still try ta hug her even though she aint my color.
Yeah im fucking wit that-home boy but aint nothin left -
See i got enough heart to march wit martin luther king,
Got them killers right by me and we can have a party if ya niggas wanna try me, suprise, we got some fireworks for ya, pop the trunk get the gift inside lemme show ya, niggas treat that coke like a joke a cocane citys like a murder up in copelnd, pick ya brain like a buncha snow flakes, yeah i put that weight down now its real estate

(hook:)
Tell me watcha know bout me boy, dats me ima mothafuckin d-boy. tell me watcha know bout me boy, dats me ima mothafuckin d-boy. yeah, so, go d-boy, yeah, so, go d-boy, yeah, so, go d-boy, yeah, so, go d-boy

(verse 2:)
If it aint the truth me and my nigga dont write it, 9 years from the day my uncle man got indicted, i thank god for the hard times when i suffer, he protect me like a mother nigga now im tuffer, cant forget about you prof i still see ya, im at the graveyard everyday i cant leave ya, i feel your soul when im writing with the pen, fuck what them niggas say you my brother till the end, nigga save a spot for me tell god im coming, niggas killin fo that money but there leavin here with nothing, if it a game motherfucker ima win it as far as im concerned aint no competition in it, call me the gritty green cause im wanna lie, now my --- mommy better thank what she got fitnta get some shit just got a new house congratulations cause ya son made a million with his mouth