[Intro]
Cruisin' down north highland, lights shining bright and,
77 Monte Carlo got it right, feelin' alive tonight.
With curb scratchers and the gold spoke rims,
Got the radio blasting, bumpin' those old too short hymns.
[Verse 1]
Rollin' low, I own this street,
Too Short’s bumpin', man, can't be beat.
Too Short's bumping keeping the vibe running
Need a girl that’s short but funky, just for fun and,
[Pre-Chorus]
Underneath the stars, yeah, we ride so high,
Windows down, let the music fly.
Sippin' on that fire bud, feel the night ignite,
In my 77 Monte Carlo, everything’s alright.
[Chorus]
77 Monte Carlo, rollin’ with pride and
Gold spokes flashin' as we cruise down highland.
Got my crew with me, living bold and free,
Short but funky girl, come on ride with me.
[echo]
[Verse 2]
Blowing smoke rings from the fire buds we grown
Jackson Tennessee, its place where kings and killers roam
Putting it down for my city, getting bricks from key largo
Making bands, watch her dance in the backseat of my Monte Carlo
it’s a pimps delight,
Hearts racin’ fast through the city’s night.
T-tops down, blowing home grown in the breeze,
With the right company, I do what I please.
[Pre-Chorus]
Underneath the stars, yeah, we ride so high,
Windows down, let the music fly.
Sippin' on that fire bud, feel the night ignite,
In my 77 Monte Carlo, everything’s alright.
[Chorus]
Monte Carlo, rollin’ with pride,
Gold spokes flashin' as we cruise the high tide.
Got my crew with me, living bold and free,
Short but funky girl, come on ride with me
[Outro]
So here’s to nights that Westwood gardens, at the dead end,
Living for the moment, back in Westwood with my best friends.
In my 77 Monte Carlo, everything was set,
With curb scratchers and them gold spoke rims, yeah the best times yet.
Kevin_Carnett_753
