PULL UP - STREETS THE HOTBOX

I PULL UP, I PULL UP, I PULL UP RUBBER BURNING, TIRES SQUEEKING ON THE ASPHALT. I PULL UP IN AN OLD SCHOOL. WOOD GRAIN DASHBORD. CUSTOM STEERING WHEEL SO YOU KNOW I WHIP IT REAL HARD. WHIP IT LIKE BAKING SODA IN A BEAKER. FOR THE REAL NIGGAS I PULL UP. FOR THE HONEYS I PULL UP. ON THE ROAD LIKE A NASCAR DRIVER. AM PUSHING IT HARD LIKE MICHEAL SHUMACAR. AM MAKING EVERY RED LIGHT LIKE A QUATER MILE RACE. NO RELUCTANCY MY NIGGA JUST SEND ME THE ADDY AND AM THERE. IN A SPLIT SECOND LIKE AM PUSHING THE SPIT FIRE. YEA I PULL UP LIKE THE AMBULANCE. NO SIRENS AM GOING THROUGH TRAFFIC LIGHTS LIKE THERE IS NO TRAFFIC. STREETS I WAS RAISED BY THE STREETS SIGNS. NIGGAS PULL OVER ON THE SIDE WALK WHEN I PULL UP. BASE DRUMS VIBRATING THE TRUNK WHEN I PULL UP. NO PUNCH LINES THE WHIP SPEAK FOR IT SELF. SHAWTIES BE LIKE IS THAT YOUR CAR. THE FEDS ALSO BE LIKE IS THAT YOUR CAR. SHAWTIES BE LIKE CAN I COME FOR RIDE. AND ALL I SAY IS HOP IN. YEA HOTBOX IS THE NAME SO YOU KNO AM ALWAYS HAVING A MARIWANA SESSION. ROLL UP THE ENDO, YOU NOW IN THE WHIP OF STREETS AND ITS AN AUTOMATIC HOTBOX. A NICE RESTAURANT AND STRAIGHT TO THE HOTEL. SO KICK BACK THE SEAT AND ENJOY THE RIDE.