Cutlass Lyrics - Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 1 - E-40

My paint be drippin wet I'm clean as Clorox 

And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks 

And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass 

1st (E-40) 

The reason my roofs bald headed convertible top 

What use use a old school if it aint a drop 

I got a zap of rock and a 5th of Ciroc 

Teflon burner gloves don't get molly wooped 

She likin on me She lovin what she see 

A big nigga with style S.W.A.G. 

Every since a child had G.A.M.E. 

Backwards ass smile bet not fuck with me 

Electric dash electric glass electric everything 

Highly carberated dual exhaust camillion bugger green 

Fresh back from the car wash 

Fresh back from a bathe 

When the sun hits my paint it turns a different shade 

I aint got time to be bullshittin I got money on my agenda 

I've been gettin bread since I came out the placenta 

Sevas in the summer time Rallies in the winter 

Side wood light skin big booty tender 

My paint be drippin wet I'm clean as Clorox 

And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks 

And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass 

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2nd (B-Legit) 

I keep them bands on deck 

My mans on a jet 

Some soft up on the block 

In a duce cutty drop 

I remember when I copped back in '88 

I sat em on some straights 

Filled the trunk with fosgates 

And since I'm movin weight 

You know I counldn't wait 

Brought that motor out the crate 

Then I taught it how to skate 

We turnin figure eights 

Half and whole cakes 

We take em on a chase 

We aint tryin to take the case 

Bitches know I'm fly got that vocal tone 

And when they see me they be askin what I'm smokin on 

I tell em cookies bitch you know I got that provolone 

And you can call me on the under on my Iphone 

You see me insides you know I keeps em stocked 

And when I leave the block everybody stop and watch 

You never know you might catch a sideshow 

I lay that back down And then I drive slow 

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My paint be drippin wet I'm clean as Clorox 

And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks 

And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass 

3rd (Richie Rich) 

Bitch this aint my Bentley 

This my seven duce 

Tv deg w sevens press that big ole zeus 

Matter fact I got a pair of those for dummies that means 2 

My shit is clean as fuck but when I brought it it was through 

I took it off the frame 

Bitch this not a game 

Got motor new suspension brand new everythang 

Candy orange outside guts cocaine 

Rims hella chromey see my face and my chain 

New shoes on it 

22s homie 

And I would leave that bitch at home if I was you homie 

Cause I'ma swing it sideways 

And slap to the trap 

Off Patron and a zone with the zap on my lap 

Change my flow up Fasho but never fuck the dough up 

In the city where prices go down but never go up 

Niggas see the Cutlass and they know it's the Double 

Flossin on that ass know you know you in trouble 

My paint be drippin wet I'm clean as Clorox 

And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks 

And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass