77 Monte Carlo

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.

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,

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.