Slappin in the Trunk

Slappin' In the Trunk
 Mistah F.A.B.
 Mistah F.A.B live lav and I'm gettin bread
 Plus I run in the bay like I'm Roger Craig
 I be all in the city eatin lots of cheese
 With my young hyenas that be poppin E's
 Throwin up my tee's
 Puttin on my face
 Shake it like I'm shootin dice in every place
 When I hit telegraph, I roll through the hat store
 Buy 6 A's caps man then I'm good to go
 Tell AC I'll holla walk out the door
 Hop in my scraper, but I dont close the door
 Leave 'em wide open all the way back to Oakland
 My game behind the wheel is one of the dopest
 My tranny is slippin, but I'm still dippin'
 Police right behind me, & I ain't even trippin'
 A ticket ain't nothin' I get em all the time
 Police wanna hate but they can't stop my shine
 Slappin' in the trunk
 Knockin' in the trunk
 Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk
 Cuz there'z Slappin' in the trunk
 Knockin' in the trunk
 Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk
 Shhh Dont tell nobody, Dont tell nobody
 Shhh Dont tell nobody... It's a body in the trunk
 Rappin on the track wit Mistah F.A.B
 It's Wolf Pack in the field with Thizz E.N.T
 15 slappin' in the trunk Thump, Thump
 Niggas hangin' out the scrapers goin' dumb, dumb
 It got more bass then the shit on the streets
 I'm like Shaq in Miami cuz I still bring the heat
 When the middle touch the pinky and that thumb go up
 It must be that lil nigga comin' fuckin' shit up
 From the city of the hyphy and the sideshow biz
 Doors open, trunk stumpin' nigga's scrapin' they shit
 Its that thumpin' in the trunk
 That knockin' in the trunk
 It must be them kickers that's fuckin up ya trunk
 Im still Lil Uno Young hyphy of the click
 And I go dumber then ya average special Ed kid
 You can call me crazy but I'm just a lil twisted
 Cuz I drop more bars then a candy called Twix
 There's a heavy in the Chevy and I'm slappin' in the trunk
 Puffin on that purple man I'm stankin' like a skunk
 High ball on the on the scene gettin' stupid doo doo nuts
 On the flow hands high and I'm screamin' like what
 With my boy Across and I'm tryina floss
 Fitted caps white Tee and now feelin' like a boss
 Now I'm yokin' poppin' pease lookin' fresh in my white tee
 Baby get an eye, Im like oo I think she like me
 Boojie's poppin' nikes oo I'm hella hyphy
 Draft up in rhymes and in yo system like an IV
 Got no time for hood shit
 Trigga gettin' pulled shit
 But I scrape a nigga if he come here with that bull shit
 Fire on the track plus the beat gon slap
 Droppin' like a body like a bitch on the track
 So when you here me comin I be knockin' in the trunk
 But I probably gotta body up in my trunk