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Cruisin' With My Homies On Four Doughnuts

Love is not the answer to every issue out there There are choices brunettes, blondes or curly hair So we pile in my car to go check them out They look at us laugh and shout I'ts so obvious what's so funny, this really shows it Cruisin' with my homies on four doughnuts Three homies and I are burning some gas I am stressed, I just ran over some glass The tires stay firm, do not go flat You can't explain something like that Big Bertha asks for a ride, but with her weight, the car just won't hold it She will not be cruisin' with me and the homies on four doughnuts Stop at the store to get some brews Out of Colt 45 so the Bulls will have to do We catch a nice buzz, good enough to make me smile Fuel will be a concern in a few more miles After the beer, we combine our pocket change I payed for the beer and the gas, isn't that strange Girls can now be our main focus My tires are from a Ford, Chevy, Dodge and a Lotus It's always an adventure with me and the homies cruisin' on four doughnuts

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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