Impala song and lyrics by Young Nudy
Pull up in a all black impala four deep me and my dawg creep
We got one finna put his ass to sleep
I don’t think he seen me coming when I’m dumping hit em cross the street
You know we get to stomping get to running who that at the street (Boom boom boom)
That street ***
That 223 that *** gone hit em from his head to his feet
That *** *** thought I was one of them other niggas nah I ain’t sweet
They must ain’t told *** I’m a gangsta
Yessir I am from the streets (I’m from the streets)
I don’t have problems with none of enemies they know what’s up with me
(They know what’s up)
***
I’m known for terrorizing
Got 24 [?] I swear to god [?] caught hell bout it (Hell)
Them bodies and I swear I keep it brick I cannot talk about it (Yeah)
But the only thing I do is pop my *** that’s how I talk about it (Yeah)
I really don’t know nobody like my gang we really bout it
*** step up to the plate I show you we against everybody
You niggas know you don’t wanna be dead don’t get these ?
Cause you know we ready and we 4 deep strapped up in chevys
Pull up in a all black impala four deep me and my dawg creep
We got one finna put his ass to sleep
I don’t think he seen me coming when I’m dumping hit em cross the street
You know we get to stomping get to running who that at the street (Boom)
That street ***
That 223 that *** gone hit em from his head to his feet
That *** *** thought I was one of them other niggas nah I ain’t sweet
They must ain’t told *** I’m a gangsta
Yessir I am from the streets (I’m from the streets)
I don’t have problems with none of enemies they know what’s up with me
(They know what’s up)
Got choppas
I come and show these *** niggas they not a problem
You know we gonna ride with these choppas (Choppas)
You thought it was a biker gang (Yeah)
How we bopped him
He thought we was the sniper gang
The money that I got your money not the same
When we step ready to smoke a *** choo choo train
Smoke a *** *** up like a chimney *** come down like grinch
I’m feeling like I’m Santa when your *** get on my sleigh
I pay your *** rent just to find out where you lay
It’s money on your head I know what I do I don’t play
Pull up in a all black impala four deep me and my dawg creep
We got one finna put his ass to sleep
I don’t think he seen me coming when I’m dumping hit em cross the street
You know we get to stomping get to running who that at the street (Boom boom boom)
That street ***
That 223 that *** gone hit em from his head to his feet
That *** *** thought I was one of them other niggas nah I ain’t sweet
They must ain’t told *** I’m a gangsta
Yessir I am from the streets (I’m from the streets)
I don’t have problems with none of enemies they know what’s up with me
(They know what’s up)