Rittz, Devin The Dude, MJG - Propane lyrics

Ridin' in my Caddy
El Dorado on my gold things
Speakers in the trunk and they
Be screamin' causin' road rage
And you know that I'm too
Busy to be bothered
I don't answer when my phone rings
Makin' money in the music business like
I'm in the dope game
Like somebody came and lit the propane
Oh bang

Riding in my Chevy Monte Carlo
On them chrome things
Speakers in the trunk and they
Be screamin' causin' road rage
(Ya uh ya, ya uh yeah)
And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered
Rollin' up and blowin' smoke rings
Makin' money in the music business like
I'm in the dope game


Like somebody came and lit the propane
I'm on fire
Like I'm reunited with an old flame
I'm on fire (yeah)
Like somebody came and lit the propane
I'm on fire
Like I'm reunited with an old flame
I'm on fire (yeah)
I'm on fire

Rittz up in this bitch
They should nickname me classic
Drivin' a classic Cadillac
I fashion it in traffic
Bout' to drop a classic album
Here's a classic song to match it
Jordans on my feet
I hit the gas and then I pass 'em
Smell the weed I'm chiefin', had
To crack the window, gaspin'
Cussin' out my homie 'cause he's ashin'
On the missus in the back
I said you pushin' it
You almost burned a hole right through
The cushions in my pillow seats
They padded like a mattress
Million dollar motive, call me Jonny Global
Funny I remember how it felt when I was local
Now we travel coast to
Coast, Spanish bitches holler, "Hola"
When I'm in my Arizona home
It's candy-coated LoLo
When you ride in chrome or solid gold
You gotta showboat
In my Monte Carlo 'bout to valet
Park it up at Fogo
Haters they can hate but they
Can't take away my mojo i took my lady home
I hit the club and rolled up solo when I'm

Ridin' in my Chevy Monte Carlo
On them chrome things
Speakers in the trunk and they
Be screamin' causin' road rage
And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered
Rollin' up and blowin' smoke rings
Makin' money in the music business like
I'm in the dope game
Like somebody came and lit the propane
I'm on fire

I'm Pimp Tight, M-J-G
I thought I told you serious
Not a joker, real juicy pussy poker
I55 driver, never in a disguise
A real nigga for real 90's era survivor
Keep hoes hoein' as long as the wind blowin'
As long as her friend goin'
That's how you get ten goin'
That's multiplication and communication
At it's best
Power and pimpin', my manipulation is a test
For all of the ones who
Think they are the greatest
Their popularity is sinkin' 'cause there
You go again thinkin'
Now I done told y'all niggas
Wantin' to be the best
You gotta learn from the best
'cause we invented the rest
Yeah me and my OG's, The Run D-M-C's
E-P-M-D's, Rakim's and Eric B's
The Geto Boys, the Bun B's, and the Pimp C's
You might could charge a trick
But you can't charge these

I'm gone like a drone, high in the sky
I'm behind the wheel but I feel like a fly
Pulling up chromey, got some cookies on me
Continue to keep cool with cops all around me
It's hot as Tabasco, press on the gas slow
Blew at an ugly bitch
She had a whole bunch of ass though
Creepin', bendin' corners like I did in '96
One-fifty a gallon for gas
Used to be higher'n a bitch
Ride all day, smoke all night
And play some funky music I hope y'all like
In the hood all good
Kenwood with the woofers
Pulling up on D-boys, thugs, pimps
And hookers look at D is what they say when
They see me when I be coastin'
They be askin' me for weed because
They know that I be smokin'
Every day, all day, nigga, 24 7
I give them a hit then split
They be like, "Give me more, Devin" but, I'm

Ridin' in my Chevy Monte Carlo
On them chrome things
Speakers in the trunk and they
Be screamin' causin' road rage
And you know that I'm too busy to be bothered
Rollin' up and blowin' smoke rings
Makin' money in the music business like
I'm in the dope game
Like somebody came and lit the propane
I'm on fire
Like I'm reunited with an old flame
I'm on fire
Like somebody came and lit the propane
I'm on fire
Like I'm reunited with an old flame
I'm on fire i'm on fire
(Ya uh ya, ya uh yeah)