Tha FreakStylaz Post Album | trigga Trav* (Man, It's Just Destiny)

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| trigga Trav* |

| 7.) Scrapers and Old Schools feat. Tekk ¤ Casino T |

Tekk ¤ Casino T

It’s your boy Casino, right in the mix never lost the touch,

in a drop dead Jag the color of a chocolate dutch, foot off the clutch.

Y’all often suck, I’m from the Bay, original home of the “dip & gas,”

silver & black Buick, the color of smoke from cigs & ash.

Tryna make hits that last, bitch, I’m quick to mash in a blue Caprice,

cruising streets, give shorty backshots bruising cheeks.

Niggas I’m so saucy, Chevy truck the color of cold coffee,

rims match, Timbs match, so brim hats don’t cost me.

To cover my waves, I’m so Bay wit it, in love with the A’s

Jeep green and gold, on gameday my dubbs do the wave.

I’m so Cali wit it, ’68 Chevelle rally’s wit it,

long chains, tailored suits, and crocodile bally’s fitted.

On some grown up shit, I cry everytime them pipes sizzle,

water in my rims so when I pull up, looks like it’s gon be a light drizzle.

My So-Cal nizzles put gold Daytona’s on them cherry 6-4’s,

white walls so clean like the tires barely hit roads.

Just float, hydroplaning on the crookedest streets,

new shoes for the wagon, niggas be like, “Look at dem sneaks!”

Yeah – shorty admire when I come dippin,

no game needed, when she feel that bass her clothes is unzippin.

This is fun, pimping – in dat Maserati working the clutch smoothly,

with Trav* in a Spyker rollin up, and I ain’t talking the Dutch beauty.

Niggas stand like Judge Judy when they see the sparklin’ paint,

spinning rims hypnotized the whole hood, niggas start to faint.

From the Garden State, to the Golden Gates niggas we ride OUT….

so don’t be surprised when we mash through your hideOUT...with the lights OUT!

Trigga Trav

and u know it's ya dude trigga*, still got the midas flow

light the dro', hit the gas, do the dash...whip still lookin like a tire show

cuz the rims is 26 inches, and u gon have to squint when u see a

...RSX in ya hood the same color of taco bell's quesadilla

that's how I went from bein a regular pimp, to skatin wit cha wifey

since then I been the first east coast nigga...in a scraper gettin hyphy

so don't get it twisted, I could still rip you, on ya own fuckin song

got Tekk ridin shotgun, in the trunk is shotguns and techs

so if I feel a threat...I'ma get my Bonecrusher on

out west, Tekk told me they like them lowriders that hop scotch

but us Atlantic Ocean niggaz fuckin wit bigger rims and drop tops

it's non stop...on my block, the interior's exactly the same color as the feet

just yesterday I passed a jeep, blastin beats that was the same color as parakeets

go home quickly, but my real ridaz'll roll wit me

the Legends kinda black...kinda white, so I call her Nicole Richie

wit rims that do the harlem shake and wop, the system'll wake ya pops

and my spanish niggaz roll wit loud mufflers and bass that quake the block

so if a nigga crash the g-ride...then the whole hood know the heat spray

every weekend we turn Avenue P into the daytona Motor speedway

I hit the horn on every block cuz I'm big, so ya boys sittin good

and some nights Pennsylvania Ave. resembles that scene from Boyz N The Hood

trigga Trav* from the east, but wit Tekk, I'm west coastin' too

hittin switches, vicious digits, plus we ride how we s'possed to do

who can approach them two...................................

Elite Freaks (FS All-Stars)

Tekk ¤ Casino T appears courtesy of FreakStylaz Musik