Whaaa, wassup nigga?
This for my niggas in them Big Trucks
This for all my niggas in them SUVs, 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 sped the corner with my brand new toy
I got a bark in they call, talkin bout
they wishin Id wouldve came out the garage
But, I guess thats too bad
Cause your truck used to be the shit until they saw my pad
Strobe lights flash, solar baric
Big feet ten runnin while they
Another SUV cant do nothin wit me
Im 23s so 22s aint fuckin with me
Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel
I cant watch the T.V.s from the sturrin-wheel
Shit, plush stronger than the buckskin ceiling
Chocolate tan interior really big truck grill
Yeah, thats how you do that there
Got bling and bass, everything clean but the ash-tray
Im lookin at you behind the wheel
singin this song (Im a Big Truck Driver)
In the big ol truck, with the big ol grill
rollin on big ol chrome (Im 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 dont fight
When you get to Ruben 2 then make a right at the light
And you might catch my rims will-millin round night light
I played a Jag round rags, and now Excursion and Escalade round upscale
The Range Rovers dont even get gools
til its time for Rythim City or either House of Blues
My niggas wit me at your seat to pick my friends up
My brother rice in a mother-fucking Benz truck
Fresh light dont need no buffin
Just call a homie where Im at, west coast custom
Put it on a trailer and aint no rushin
Cause when I get it back yall round cant touch it
Aint 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 its back through the hood, tryin to find somethin good
And after that Im on my way back to good
I knew that Im on course at all time
And I love grindin like alcoholics love sweet creamy and wine
2002 and you dodgin me now
Big Truck gonna come up aint 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
Im a Big Truck Driver, Im a Big Truck Driver
This is for my riders Big Truck Drivers
Even on a bad day everything clean but the ash-tray
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