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letra de burn rubber - lords of the underground

[intro]
yeah what’s up all you stolen car n-ggas?
-ay, ay,you right there n-gga where you from?
-oh n-gga i’m from ctc
-ctc? n-gga what the f-ck is that?
-that’s the car theft capital of the world newark, new jerz

[verse 1]
i bust the window, sn-tch the locks
now i’m all in a ride
jacking cars, jacking jeeps, even jack the police
with my cl!ck from the bricks, doin’ car theft tricks
smokin’ blunts, drinkin’ 40s cause we like that sh-t
playing chicken with the po-po in a black car one fo
which by the way is one way, now n-ggas peep the steelo
then fly past that crooked cop and let my roads block
so burn out is heard on every block and drug spots
and leave in a hurry, mad dash cause i’m too fast
but the cops get thе catch, then ripped that ass
oh sh-t herе they come, they crashing in my bumper
hold before i get caught, i’ll bail this m-th-f-cka
so i pops out the window like [?] from the [?]
singing [?] stolen car instrumentals
although now i [?] i still have my [?]
that thing that go sn-tch, now i’m in anotha car
[chorus]
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in jersey
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in jersey
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in jersey
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in the heart of nj

[verse 2]
now who can be the ninth degree [?] judo and karate
but that don’t mean you won’t get jacked, i’m jacking everybody
i used to live positive but what the f-ck gives
smokin’ angel dust, i’m the n-gga no n-gga can trust
i just can’t curb the urge
to throw a n-gga out his sh-t and leave him on the curb
n-ggas be sho bucking, i gots to handle that
take off them gold chains, get em [?]
tryna hit them switches, yo you ain’t hittin’ sh-t b-tch
you nothing but a trick b-tch
get up out your sh-t b-tch
i need a ride downtown (it’s kinda far n-gga)
pick up my boys and ride around (in your car n-gga)
takin’ drop tops to the chop shops
soon as reach for your glock, m-th-f-cka pop pop
put the pedal to the metal and you see me high beaming
think you won’t get jacked (h-ll naw)
you must be dreaming
[chorus]
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in jersey
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in the heart of nj

[verse 3]
well as i lie here in my bed, i’m thinkin’ bout a jack
so i wake my ass up and go do just that
hitting nabs and blunts, jacking cars like stack (ayo kid man what’ve you got?)
then that’s when i’ll stop (aight)
until win is in, my adrenalines swings
through sn-tched [?] and cars, the ones with the rims
bms and the benzs, i jack those with endz
i do it anywhere, even jeopardize my friends

[verse 4]
[?] act this way
i don’t know, gots to get a car evey day
[?] like a rat with the gat and your keys is my g’s
soon as i bump you from behind, get out your sh-t please
gimme them keys, gimme them g’s
i want the gold chains, the beeper and the big bag with cheese
i guess ya didn’t know my favorite car’s a range rover
so now you got caught in the drive through [?]
[chorus]
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in jersey
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in jersey
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in jersey
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in the heart of nj
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in jersey
burn rubber on me
it’s just anotherday in the heart of nj
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day jersey
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in the heart of nj
burn rubber on me
it’s just another day in jersey

- lords of the underground

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