Spaceships & Woodgrain

Stalley

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    [Talking:]
    Going on at the beginning, uh... oh ok I do her like, okay
    You want me to click it?
    No it's just a bunch of piano
    No music or nothing
    That is music
    [Laughter]

    Humor me!

    [Verse 1:]
    I puff a mild listening to Lab Cabin
    California smoking roll up filling up the cabin
    Captain of the Eldorado riding through Swaggin'
    Don't really like that word but it's fitting for this caption
    Maxin'
    Macking to these ladies when I'm passing
    High yella dark skinned got em all packed in
    Pass the pack around and it got them all laughing
    Joy riding, 15s beating out the back end
    White walls and the tires slim
    How a playa crawl
    Turn a cruise into a playas ball
    Midwest Nigga till the armor all
    Thickie Shorts and Jordan IVs
    Nugget rings and herringbones
    Welcome to my terondome
    Black magic, push the button and the roof is gone
    We been black passing till the mild is gone
    We just in our zone
    Vibing till we get home
    Spaceships travels all the way until the early morn'
    And then...

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    [Hook:]
    And we ridding till the wheels fall off
    Rolling stonin' till the smoke all gone
    Wood grain and the wheels all chrome
    Roll one for the niggas that's gone
    Ladies ride shot gun that hate sitting at home
    My niggas who crack the whip who hate ridin' alone
    This one's for y'all [x3]
    Spaceships and Woodgrain

    Spaceships and Woodgrain [x4]

    [Verse 2:]
    The bubble yum scent got my car fresh
    The BCG logo in my headrest
    Riding by these haters man they hard pressed
    And my new ish bumping in my CD deck
    Intelligent Trunk Music for the elite
    King Kong trunk tearing up the street a mile away
    You can hear it when I pull up
    You can tell by my car I got a drug dealer spirit
    If I could turn the wheel with one finger I would steer it
    Automatic spaceships and I don't mean no Lear jets
    I pilot the impala and stroll through the projects
    Gold on my neck that's a code of respect
    Stock everything out
    That's how we roll in my set
    Chevelle to corvette big blocks on the inside
    Rest in peace to my homie Big fry
    Taught me how to tilt
    Crank the sound and the ride
    Spaceship travelers niggas been fly
    And I...

    [Hook]

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Dj Quik, Cardo y Stalley

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