Spaceships & Woodgrain [Prod. By DJ Quik & Cardo] - Stalley.mp3

[00:00.45](Talking)
[00:00.60]Going on at the beginning, uh..oh ok I do her like, okay
[00:03.21]You want me to click it?
[00:08.76]No it's just a bunch of piano
[00:09.45]No music or nothing
[00:09.93]That is music
[00:15.27](Laughter)
[00:15.45]Humor me!
[00:15.69][Verse 1]
[00:33.06]I puff a mild listening to Lab Cabin
[00:35.55]California smoking roll up filling up the cabin
[00:38.22]Captain of the El Dorado riding through swaggin'
[00:40.89]Dont really like that word but its fitting for this caption
[00:43.62]Maxin'
[00:44.34]Macking to these ladies when I'm passing
[00:46.32]High yella dark skinned got em all packed in
[00:49.05]Pass the pack around and it got them all laughing
[00:51.78]Joy riding, 15s beating out the back end
[00:54.54]White walls and the tires slim, how a playa crawl
[00:57.36]Turn a cruise into a playas ball
[00:59.40]Midwest ***** to the Armor-All
[01:01.71]*****ie Shorts and Jordan IVs
[01:02.76]Nugget rings and herringbones, welcome to my terrordome
[01:05.46]Black magic, push the button and the roof is gone
[01:07.89]We been black passing till the mild is gone, we just in our zone
[01:10.89]Vibing 'til we get home
[01:12.27]Space*****ps travels all the way until the early morn'
[01:14.91]And then..
[01:15.09][Hook]
[01:17.37]And we ridin' 'til the wheels fall off
[01:19.47]Rolling stone until the smoke all gone
[01:21.12]Wood grain and the wheels all chrome
[01:23.55]Roll one for the *****s that's gone
[01:25.44]Ladies ride shot gun that hate sitting at home
[01:28.35]My *****s who crack the whip who hate ridin' alone
[01:33.18]This one's for y'all (x3)
[01:37.14]Space*****ps and woodgrain(x5)
[01:37.86][Verse 2]
[02:00.48]The bubble yum scent got my car fresh
[02:03.84]The BCG logo in my headrest
[02:05.97]Riding by these haters man they hard pressed
[02:08.40]And my new ish bumping in my CD deck
[02:11.28]Intelligent Trunk Music for the elite
[02:13.47]King Kong trunk tearing up the street a mile away
[02:16.17]You can hear it when I pull up
[02:17.88]You can tell by my car I got a drug dealer spirit
[02:20.85]If I could turn the wheel with one finger I'll steer it
[02:23.67]Automatic space*****ps and I don't mean no Lear jets
[02:26.37]I pilot the Impala and stroll through the projects
[02:29.22]Gold on my neck that's a code of respect
[02:31.50]Stock everything out, that's how we roll in my set
[02:34.20]Chevelle to Corvette big blocks on the inside
[02:37.23]Rest in peace to my homie Big Fry
[02:39.21]He taught me how to tilt, crank the sound and the ride
[02:41.91]Space*****p travelers *****s been fly
[02:55.32]And I...
[02:55.56][Hook]