Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Big Boi
Voces
Bubba Sparxxx
Voces
Goodie Mob
Intérprete
Dungeon Family
Intérprete
Big Gipp
Voces
Pat "Sleepy" Brown
Intérprete
Ricciano
Voces de fondo
Sweet Melodi
Voces de fondo
Aaron Mills
Bajo
Chanz Parkman
Teclados
Organized Noize
Programación de percusión
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Rico Wade
Composición
Pat "Sleepy" Brown
Composición
Ray Murray
Composición
Antwan Patton
Composición
Cameron Gipp
Composición
Warren Mathis
Composición
Thomas Burton
Composición
Willie Knighton
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
Organized Noize
Producción
Sean "Shyboy" Davis
Ingeniería de grabación
John Frye
Ingeniería de grabación
Vincent Alexander
Asistente de ingeniería
Josh Butler
Ingeniería de mezcla
Ismeal Ramos
Asistente de ingeniería
Letra
[Verse 1]
So fresh, so clean, when I step in the booth they scream
Like All Temperature Cheer, Dungeon D-boy here
In effect mode like Who's to Love It? So slow motion
With three wheels and triple cheeseburgers, ATL coastin', say no more
But the pimp is one of the coolest, but I (Pay no more)
Been known to rock the big blocks and colorful gators
With flip-flops and the silk socks and a Kangol to the tip-top
I flow hard, you drip drop
Cleaner than the urine of a two-time felon's piss test
We're sitting in some Monte Carlo, curse right in the headrest
[Verse 2]
White Guts, whitewall tires, floor plush, it's so fire
[Verse 3]
Fire meaning breathing like a dragon and it's seeming
That I'm falling into a world of my own
Fire meaning breathing like a dragon and it's seeming
That I'm falling into a world of my own
[Verse 4]
My own world, too
White thangs, can't complain
Bubba on them white guts
Custom-made, ain't a stain
0-2-Z-7-1 on them Mickey Ts
Standing with your man, wanting me to sign your hickey, please
I don't need no worries, keep your white guts
How I'm riding these days keep me with the right sluts
He's just Bubba, happen to love the D.F.
You in the midst of history, Betty, take a deep breath
Sitting on the tailgate, polo to the boxers
Bubba is the truth, you a homo if it shocks you
Reppin' loud and proud with my buddies from Atlanta
You tryin' to live cleaner? Here's a study and example
[Verse 5]
White Guts, whitewall tires, floor plush, it's so fire
Brains blown, sittin' on dubs
Come through, could ever be loved
White Guts, whitewall tires, floor plush, it's so fire
Brains blown, sittin' on dubs
Come through, could ever be loved
[Verse 6]
Sittin' on 400 Wides, that's what they love
Incense swingin' from the mirror, that's what they love
Six course licked with the glaze, that's what they love
Drive with the dealership tag, that's what they love
Hairbone sprayed on my shoulder, that's what they love
The smell of new leather in the cold, that's what they love
Strawhat, V-neck Ts, that's what they love
Moonroof open blowin' smoke, that's what they love
Romeo cologne every week, that's what they love
That's what they love, that's what they love
Go from twelve to twelve, to Monday to Sunday
Take the first two days and sleep like mummies
And I'm out
[Verse 7]
You in my spot, you gon' move
Play games with us, you lose
Mercy rules beat you, say he mean as hell
But the cutest **** out the group
Got they head spinnin' like thread on a spool
Clean as a fool with them gold shoes, ooh
And I got that pool, make you wanna holler
Seen in my Impala, hear them flows
Masters, duals, amps, tweeters and twos
Stay alert on this dirt, don't be no fool, I take you to school
And shoot you like pool, rep with his, I don't do
Expense, why don't you?
Outkast, Goodie Mob, Dungeon Family, I thought you knew
[Verse 8]
White Guts, whitewall tires, floor plush, it's so fire
Brains blown, sittin' on dubs
Come through, could ever be loved
White Guts, whitewall tires, floor plush, it's so fire
Brains blown, sittin' on dubs
Come through, could ever be loved
[Verse 9]
There's this one in my stable, Seville so motherfucking clean
It's got a soda shade of lima-bean green
These youngins have never seen
It has a signature wood grain steering wheel such as yours
But, oh, my God what's harder are the hardwood floors
It's not coincidental all the glass was kept clear
Who worried his or hers first? Shit, it's freezing in here
The only heat is my piece to make it even at least
Shit, I'll go to work without even catching a crack in my crease
I guess the dubs out there doin' what they 'posed to do
I'll ride fifteen miles per hour to make believers out of you
I got a lawsuit pendin' charge for reckless blade spinnin'
I was riding through the West End one day
And killed two women, uh-oh
[Verse 10]
White Guts, whitewall tires, floor plush, it's so fire
Brains blown, sittin' on dubs
Come through, could ever be loved
White Guts, whitewall tires, floor plush, it's so fire
Brains blown, sittin' on dubs
Come through, could ever be loved
[Verse 11]
White Guts, whitewall tires, floor plush, it's so fire
Brains blown, sittin' on dubs
Come through, could ever be loved
White Guts, whitewall tires, floor plush, it's so fire
Brains blown, sittin' on dubs
Come through, could ever be loved
[Verse 12]
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, you and me will gray so cleanly
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, blowin' smoke, so high and freely
C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, you and me, uh
Blowin' smoke, so high and freely
Written by: Antwan Patton, Cameron Gipp, Pat "Sleepy" Brown, Ray Murray, Rico Wade, Thomas Burton, Warren Mathis, Willie Knighton
