The Game, Dom Kennedy - Gold Daytonas Lyrics

Gold Daytonas
(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)
Ride with it on us
(You know we got it) yeah
Gold Daytonas (why are you mad? What happened?)
(The motherfuckin' wheels) yeah
Ride with it on us (okay, so what happened?)

You ever seen a nigga get shot by the Staples Center?
Next day you watchin' 'Bron 'Bron with them staples in 'em (Lake Show)
Yeah, came for the ruckus
Head to toe, dipped in Supreme, I'm like a Cutlass
Fuck it, let loose on niggas
Spill my Goose on niggas, two tears in a bucket (want all the smoke)
Three-wheel motion in the Bentley truck
See 12 and hold the Remy up (fuck 12)
Need at least a hunnid thousand 'fore we go in clubs ('fore we what?)
'Fore we pour them shots ('fore we what?) 'Fore we throw them dubs (ayy)
West Side to New York, niggas show me love (niggas know)
Front row at the Grammys and they know we thugs

Gold Daytonas
(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?) Yeah
Ride with it on us
Uh, what you know about it?
Gold Daytonas
(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)
Ride with it on us
(Ride) yeah

Check my pocket, got a lot of hunnids
And all my ladies got flat stomachs, uh
At Saint Laurent when the shipment come in
Shrimp fettuccine then hop back in the Benz
Got AMG on the seat covers, they love us
Leimert Park to the Rucker, I'm with Chuck
Get pressed for your Chucks, matte black on the truck
Cuban link on tuck, Ace of Spades in my cup, uh
You wanna give me what I need, baby?
My seat on recline while she suck on mine, uh
Game told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up"
And if they hate, then let 'em hate, then they gon' end up down one

Gold Daytonas
(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?) Yeah
Ride with it on us
(Uh, you know we got it, nigga, ayy) yeah
Gold Daytonas
(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs', ayy)
Ride with it on us
(Ride, ride, ride, ride, haha) aight
Ayy, Dom, West Side on these niggas
(Fuck bitches) ayy
(Haha, fuck bitches)
Yeah, yeah