it ain?t got that new car smell I don?t want it if ain?t brand new I don?t want it if it ain?t got that new car smell I don?t want it if ain?t brand new
want this shit forever wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest Step up to the target If I had one guess than I guess Im just New Orleans
But Damn this Girl was Fine From the club went to her Home She didnt want to be Alone Here i am Trickin while my girlie's at Home gotta find my car keys
you will, who you with or who you know Let's be clear, I'm a motherfuckin' G and you a hoe Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up Smell money
??, The coolest kid on the school yard. Higher then a uniform skirt I got work at home, call it homework. I got paper in my backpack, I know you smell
ambition and the scars of the marketplace Welcome to the land of flame and fizz Where you will learn that packaging is all that Heaven is We got the little black car
I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess then I guess I'm just New Orleans
, see you hurt Still smell like perfume when it's fresh outta the box Wanna wipe you down every morning like the car I just bought And like the brand new
Woh oh, I want a new duck One that won't try to bite One that won't chew a hole in my socks One that won't quack all night I want a new duck One with
said, "Twine ball or bust" He smelled real bad and he said his name was Bernie I put in a Slim Whitman tape, my wife put on a brand new hair net Kids
today If you're new in town Then you'll wanna look around But you don't know where to begin Well, there's bubble gum alley And the local car rally Not
me a wine Get smashed and hit the bus stop when school let out Get off at tina house and bust that cot Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like fish in my
ohhh Can you believe It? (2nd Verse) Styles P Big ass truck, brand new rims, tank top Yankee, tanned out Tims Bracelet, chain, fronts bob thin, new tattoos, new
Lupe, Chicano man You know I have ya Right, right, right, right Right, right, right, right They call me Lupe, I'll be your new day They wanna smell like
summer turn winter Ch-ch-chilly raw cheese stick made up in Philly I come in peace like a hippy Piece on my chain, grandma say that silly The new sports car
chain you down and love you forever Walk on through the halls of your soul Yeah, the knights in black leather we're in control You know he smells just like a brand new car
