Mystikal, Byou2ful - Big Truck Driver lyrics

Whaaa, wassup nigga?
This for my niggas in them Big Trucks
This for all my niggas in them SUV's
You heard me? This for my Big Truck Drivers
Look nigga blow yo' Big Truck Horn
You still could see me in my Big Truck boy
Smilin' like a lil' kid when I spin
The corner with my brand new toy
I got 'em parkin they cars, talkin 'bout
They wish I never would've
Came out the garage
But, I guess that's too bad
Cause your truck used to be the
Shit until they saw mine pass
Strobe lights flash, solar baric boom boom
Big feet ten runnin' while they vroom vroom
Another SUV can't do nothin' wit' me
I'm on 23's so 22's ain't fuckin' with me
Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel
I can't watch the TV's
From the steering wheel
Shit, plush stronger than
The buckskin ceiling
Chocolate tan interior billet big truck grill
Yeah, that's how you do that there
Got bling and bass
Everything clean but the ashtray
I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel
Singin' this song (I'm a Big Truck Driver)
In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill
Rollin' on big ol' chrome
(I'm a Big Truck Driver)
And you know when you pass those
Small trucks you doin' them wrong
(This is for my riders Big Truck Drivers
Even on a bad day everything
Clean but the ash tray)

Dark lights with brights, the dark windows
With the pistols in the hot
Spots fuckin' well right
So when you bitches try to act hype
I get the gat get the
Gat cause niggas don't fight
When you get to Ruby Tuesday's then
Make a right at the light
And you might catch my rims
Will-millin' 'round night light
I played a Jag' 'round Raggs
And now Excursion and Escalade 'round Upscale
The Range Rover don't even get used
Til' it's time for Rhythm City
Or either House of Blues
My niggas wit' me at your seat
To pick my friends up
My brother Reece in a motherfuckin Benz truck
Fresh wax don't need no buffin'
Just call a homie where I'm at
West Coast Custom
Put it on a trailer and ain't no rushin'
Cause when I get it back
Y'all ride can't touch it

Ain't no slack in my mack
Rollin' slow the windows down
They recognize me so you know how they act
Cuttin' up fallin' out tryin' to
Flirt and get nasty
Raisin' shirt showin' titties
Talkin' 'bout autohgraphs
I try my best to keep my fans happy
I sign my name I grab the nipple
They pull off and start laughin'
Then it's back through the hood
Tryin' to find somethin' good
And after that I'm on my way to Baton Rouge
I knew that I'm on course at all time
And I love grindin' like alcoholics
Love sweet premium wine
2002 and you dodgin' me now
Big Truck gonna come up ain't
No holdin' us down
Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic
My black Big Truck half match
My Big Truck jacket
Do shows and get paid when I
Travel stay busy it be gone
Now this a Big Truck Driver

I'm a Big Truck Driver
I'm a Big Truck Driver
This is for my riders Big Truck Drivers
Even on a bad day everything
Clean but the ash tray