Hop Out

Switch up the vehicle Change the plates and scrape off the serial Limousine tint, man can't see me at all Old school car thief, I could start cars when I had no key at all How did I start that car? I don't know, it's a miracle If you wanted a ringer back then you'd give Carlton, CJ or me a call Where'd you get that car from? CJ, Carlton, Reggie or Marlon Hot one riding shotgun Can't keep the bra on, now I got a hard on Golf GTI Mark 1 That's how long I've had cars from MR2's and MX-5's, R-E-A-L better recognize Hop in and hop out Hop in and hop out Hop in and hop out Drop the top when it's hot out Just hop in and hop out Hop in and hop out Hop in and hop out Hop in and hop out (ooh, ooh) Drop the top when it's hot out Just hop in and- Before man built up to grand theft I was out here with the Stilson's and flat head Slap on the wrist when man got nicked We were still classed as children back then Stratford, Plaistow and Ilford back then We used to lick that Ford showroom like every other week That's wheels from Dagenham Cars are hills, man Jilled and Jacked them I-I had whips all right through the winter Summer 2000 I graduated from the Typhoon to Ninja Then it was houses, bamboo sticks, I climb through the window Man move swift at night, I can't linger Man see the blue lights and do Sprinter Young boys getting paper Now everyone wants a cut but they didn't lift one finger Hop in and hop out (Look at the motherfucking wheels) Hop in and hop out Hop in and hop out (Goddamn) Drop the top when it's hot out Just hop in and hop out Hop in and hop out Hop in and hop out Hop in and hop out Drop the top when it's hot out Just hop in and- From when I was a teenager Who can say that I ain't seen paper Year nine, bare crime Black box cars like that's not hard Next day straight to the Manor Park key maker I'm getting nine for the MX-5 And I got another- That I spit get played in cars that I lick Dead him on sight, all black double R, get him on bike R6, two riders Yeah, I roll deep in the ringer Fuck it Got no keys for the Bimmer Fuck Niggas ain't done no drive-by shootings Watch when I buy my new ting Nothin' but- I remember when the bro Preston used To come link me in the leather jacket Black one The flathead in the pocket Said he was feeling like Nicholas Cage in "Gone in Sixty Seconds" ha The next day I had school in the morning Pulling up next to the teachers in converts and what not Oh, I was feeling myself, yeah