Dead Obies - What It Is Lyrics

Dead Obies - What It Is Lyrics - Montreal $ ud Lyrics

Album	Montreal $ ud
Song Writers	Vincent Banville, Gregory Beaudin, Jonathan Quirion, Charles Vincelette, Pierre Savu Masse, Jean Francois Ruel

What it is?
What's up!
I still missisippin 'in the truck
What it is?
What's up!
I still missisippin 'in the truck
What it is?
What's up!
When they still missisippin 'in the truck
What it is?
What's up!
When they still missisippin 'in the truck
Goddamn!
What it is?
What's up!
You know we still missisippin 'in the truck
What it is?
What's up!
You know we still missisippin 'in the truck
Ya, Ferrejo Rocher, the wrap is gold, but the scarf is silk
(What?) Silk (what) swage ($ ud $ ale!)
So, I momentarily lost the map, what's happening?
On the backseat, 10,000 subliminal images, hit me now!
Boogie Down, Criminal Minded
On bump South Bronx, and then we drive-by (go buy you some clothes!)
Young mothafuckas
Whole generation of get turnt, mothafuckas
Right turn mothafuckas, left turn mothafuckas!
Get the fuck out, let it burn mothafucka!
I ride high 'til I
Die in my Chevy, Imma die in my Chevy
Miss American pie, can you crash the night?
I drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Now what it is?
What's up?
You know I'm still missisippin 'in my truck
Goddamn!
What it is?
What's up?
You know we still missisippin 'in the truck
What it is?
What's up?
You know we still missisippin 'in the truck
What it is?
What's up?
You know we still missisippin 'in the truck
Goddamn!
What it is? It's just us!
With six young chélis in the club
With six young chélis, six young chélis, six young chélis in the club
Shake your skeleton, shake your skeleton, weed, shake that jelly in the club!
What it is?
What's up?
You know we still missisippin 'in the truck
Heyo VNCE! What's up?
Young and gifted, fuck your religion!
Drunk drivin 'at Christmas, I'm out of my mind
With six young chélis in my mother's tank (Chéli!)
And we ridin' high!
Missisippin 'su'a' Main, swervin 'out of my line! (Princely!)
Young Moses, black roadsters
Five hundred horses, I call it my black Trojan
Same, all black Range Rover
One hundred forty dins curves, game over! One hundred and forty
Overdrive, burn rubber overnight, run a light
Boucanane show, sub woofers over sirens
You know the deal, when the beat goes boom, boom, boom!
Make your move, make your move, baby, zoom, zoom, zoom!
Swerve! Drunk driving, in the opposite direction
Fuck a driving license, we don't care!
What it is?
What '
'Text of a curve, gin and juice in the cup
What it is?
What's up?
You know we still missisippin 'in the truck
What it is?
What's up?
You know we still missisippin 'in the truck
What it is?
What's up?
You know we still missisippin 'in the truck
Goddamn!
What it is? It's just us!
With six young chélis in the club
With six young chélis, six young chélis, six young chélis in the club
Shake your skeleton, shake your skeleton, weed, shake that jelly in the club!
What it is?
What's up?
You know we still missisippin 'in the truck
What it is?
What's up?
You know we still missisippin 'in the truck