You're Gonna Get Yours

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 speeding 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 about the car when they're walking tall)

Suckers to the side, I know you hate my 98

(You're gonna get yours)

Suckers to the side, I know you hate my 98

(You're gonna get yours)

Pullin' away every day

Leaving you in the dust, so you know I get paid

On the mile ego trip and 5-0 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 'em in the river 'cause they're movin' too slow

Laughin' hard at their attempt

So what if this judge charges me contempt?

I'd rub my boomerang 'cause I'm feelin' proud

And I wouldn't even hear 'em 'cause my radio's loud

Suckers to the side, I know you hate my 98

(You're gonna get yours)

Suckers to the side, I know you hate my 98

(You're gonna get yours)

Cruisin' down the boulevard

I'm 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

Whenever I'm coming, get to my side

My 98 is tough to chase

If you're on my tail, better watch your face

Smoke is coming when I burn

Rubber when my wheels turn

A tinted windows, 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 'em back

It's the reason all the people say

My 98 Olds 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're gonna get yours)

Suckers to the side, I know you hate my 98

(You're gonna get yours)

Understand, I don't drive drunk

My 98's fly, I don't drive no junk

No cop got a right to call me a punk

Take this ticket, go to hell and stick it

Put me on a kick but line up, times up

This government needs a tune up

I don't know what's happening, 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 they girls and got them to thrill me

Stepped outside, got in my ride

Drove 'em around and 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 bulletproof)

My 98 Oldsmobile's so

My 98 Oldsmobile is

My 98 Oldsmobile's so

My 98 Oldsmobile's like