Product Entertainment, Snow Tha Product, Freddy Mack - Burn Rubber lyrics

I don't think they're ready for this one tho'
I really don't think they're ready
We 'bout to stun on these bitches

I've got a Sunkist Corvette
My tank's full of NOS
?, white teeth, baby I'm a boss
SS two-toned Chevy, you'll exhaust
Sittin' on fours
And it's parked in the garage
Freddy Mack the Pimp, bitch, I burn rubber
Got a bad dirty girl, babe
But that don't mean I love her
Fuck her, Freddy Pimp Jr gon' slap her
Money over bitches, so I guess I'm a bastard
Alpine amps, leather seats, flow mastered
Pedal to the metal, yeah I go faster
I look sticky when my doors pop up
And I drink like fish
So of course we pop off
Automatic starter, wet paint, pop trunk
And go hard on my work
Until my ho's get locked up
Boys get chucked up, I'm a god damn soldier
Rally racin' stripes and a big block motor

Burn rubber, muscle cars, swang doughnuts
Choppin' 23s, white teeth, gauge on us
(23s on the whip and on my feet
Product in this bitch
Now we 'bout to run the streets, cause we)

Chevy's hittin'
Hop like paintin' Pink Panther inside
Dream of drivin'? you haven't seen
How nice this shit drive
20 inch wide, satellite styled rims nice
Custom chrome grills so clean
You think the fuckin' whip's mine
Cars in different colors baby
What you thought we 'bout keep? in the back
But that shit slapped and knocked him out
I got these bitches droppin' out of the race
Of the rap game cause I'm too great
When they come to the beat
They call a defeat
There ain't no time to contemplate
Cause of the hate when I'm off the great
Then I'm comin' up with lyrics
That be knockin' 'em 'way
'head of their league knockin' every single
Bitch steady out their frame
I'm just too sick, I'm just too cold
I'm just too fuckin' good
Think my flow is good
You should see what's under
That trunk and hood
Hop on my shit, and you look
Wished they hearin' it in every city
I've got shiny shit on my fingers, wrist
And my neck too pretty
Nice cars, nice shit all around
That's what it is
No question about it, when I'm around
They know the biz


Where I'm from we be ridin' on them guns
We be ridin' with that thunder
Comin' straight outta the trunk
And we rollin' up the blunts
While we gettin' all crunked
That weed smell so good if
It smellin' like a skunk
Black on black with my black shiny rims
Matchin' my outfit with my Jays or my Timbs
You know me boy, I be goin' with wind
Not knowin' what day my life gon' end
But, I, I'm still livin', I'm still peelin'
I'm still whippin' my Chevy hard, boy
I'm still chillin'
Model chicks suck my whip
Blowin' me some kisses
But, I don't give a fuck
Cause I worry 'bout my riches