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