77 WwG remix

I was Cruisin' down highland, with my high beams on,

Seventy seven Monte Carlo with some new shoes on.

curb serving fools in the parking lot of Autozone.

I needed some curb scratchers to protect my gold spoke rims,

Had the radio blasting back then

I remember bumpin' those old too short hymns.

I thought I was a rolling twenty,

But I was nothing but a ten

Is give anything to go back then

I was Rollin' low, thought I owned the street,

A Cocky teen with my shoulders cocked back

If I was doctor Emmitt Brown

I would drive that DeLorean back

To the dead end of Westwood, when times were good

When Too Short was bumping all across the hood.

Take me back to days of Westwood and

Give me a girl that is short and funky just for fun and

Underneath the stars, yeah, we rode so high,

Windows down, let the too short fly.

Hitting on that fire bud, we felt the night ignite,

In my 77 Monte Carlo, everything was alright.

Seventy seven Monte Carlo, rollin’ with pride and

Gold spokes flashin' as we cruised down highland.

Had my crew with me, living bold and free,

Them Short but funky girls brought out the pimp in me

Old days in Jackson Tennessee

That’s right

Westwood!

In my seventy seven pimping M. C.

We used to blow smoke rings from the fire buds we grown.

Jackson was a place of kings, now it’s where the killers roam.

still serving my city, getting them kilos from key largo

When that too short song hits,

I reminisce of my seventy seven 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.

Seventy seven Monte Carlo, rollin’ with pride and

Gold spokes flashin' as we cruised down highland.

Had my crew with me, living bold and free,

Them Short but funky girls brought out the pimp in me

Old days in Jackson Tennessee

That’s right

Westwood!

In my seventy seven pimping M. C.

So here’s to nights that made us ….

At 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,

Endless summer nights until the moon sets.

yeah the best times yet.