You're Gonna Get Yours

Ooh chuck, they out to get us man Yo, we gotta dust these boys off In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers, object of hate Who's the one some think is great? I'm that one, son of a gun Drivin' by, wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun, never on the run They know not to come 'cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Caught in my smoke, all they did was choke Look at my spokes, you know I'm no joke Out that window, middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and black walls Suckers, they got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall Suckers to the side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to the side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Pullin' away, every day leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid on the mile, ego trip And 5-O tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber, fall in my flame This episode is always the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back trailin' my behind I go faster, cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let it go, my turbo Run, I'm in the river 'cause they're movin' too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd run my boomerang 'cause I'm feelin' proud An' I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Suckers to the side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to the side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Cruisin' down the boulevard I treated like some superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it, the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride Wherever I'm comin' get you my side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail better watch your face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn A tinted window so super bad Lookin' like the car the green hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98 - O blows 'em all away My 98 Oldsmobile is My 98 Oldsmobile's so My 98 Oldsmobile is My 98 Oldsmobile's like Suckers to the side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to the side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Understand, I don't drive drunk My 98's fly, I don't drive no junk No cop gotta right to call me a punk Take this ticket, go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin', what's up? Gun in my chest, I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Took their girls and got them to thrill me Stepped outside, got in my ride Drove them around an' I looked around town Caught 'em out there cold, ran 'em over and down They didn't get me and that's the truth 'Cause the 98-O is bullet proof My 98 Oldsmobile's so My 98 Oldsmobile is My 98 Oldsmobile's so My 98 Oldsmobile's like