Lil' Keke - Phenominal - Sözleri

Class is now in session...ghetto activity

dats right...time to raise the garage [Oww] and pull out large

[ooh ooh]..ha ha...quiet money gangstas baby

[Take it to em baby]...fresh out the driveway

[Take it to em baby, baby]...rollin' n holdin'



[Hook]

I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime im up in the whip

And when i pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims

You know what it is

ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya diiiiig

You know who it is

ya dig...ya dig...we always on phenomenal shit



[Verse 1]

I'm a 4th handman, postman calculating plenty paper

The slab full of grass im feelin like a landscaper

Old school critical stash and digital dash

71' top down welcome to my history class

The watch real spiffy, the jeans $650

The Lac' Cincinnati Red call it Ken Griffey [Grifffffey]

I'm on them big rims slow down in front of me

Black skin, Yellow Gold, lookin' like a Bumble Bee

Super tight, chrome pipes tell me can u picture this

I'ma show u how to make the slab look ridiculous

The seats perferarted, the wood decorated

My car kill relationships thats why them suckers hate it

I'm in the Welch's Grape Dark Purple if u missed it

Soft leather Light Tan Hungry Jack biscuits

I'm known for holdin' boy rollin' up another kind

Fresh out the shop and on the streets feein blow ya mind



[Hook]

I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime im up in the whip

And when i pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims

You know what it is

ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya diiiiig

And You know who it is

ya dig...ya dig...we always on phenomenal shit



[Verse 2]

Chevrolet suburban, 26 perelli tires

Its Charcoal Gray at midnight it hurt ya eyes

Swisha House crime family, H-Town wise guys

The Lexus value meal the rims come supersized

Slab is commercial, the foreign is a posterboard

Ya outta line tryna fix up a Honda Accord

I'ma show u how to pull up in cut a curb

I'ma show u how to make that thang look superb

Grain in ya left fist, cup in ya right hand

Air conditioner on 60 nigga I aint playin'

In a Fruit Punch Impala, Root Beer Cutlass

Pineapple Cush wit the Strawberry Crushes

Mink floors, Black n White feelin' like a Polar Bear

Troopers on the Interstate so i aint even goin there

Avalanche All Black same color Ashanti's

DTS Cadillac and i dont need company



[Hook]

I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime im up in the whip

And when i pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims

You know what it is

ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya diiiiig

And You know who it is

ya dig...ya dig...we always on phenomenal shit



[Verse 3]

Graduated too kool, comin' outta slab school

Hit the black top in watch out for the damn fool

I'm switchin' gears and pullin' off on the regular

15's bangin' baby don't call it cellular

Ain't no Noss because its touch screen new

Its spaceage visual it all equal blue

Boys playin catch up, welcome to Millenium

7 figure hot rods and cozy condomeniums

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

I'ma show ya how to make the slab look ferrocious

I'ma make' em fold, then teach' em hold

Then i might just pull up ridin' Rolex Gold



 [Hook]

I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime im up in the whip

And when i pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims

You know what it is

ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya dig...ya diiiiig

You know who it iiiiiiiiis

ya dig...ya dig...we always on phenomenal shit

I make the slab look phenomenal, everytime im up in the whip

And when i pull up in front of you, you gotta stop in look at the rims










		
			



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