Mack Trucks - Kool Keith

Yeah, 2003

Big Lou and company

Macks, Peterbilts, GMC’s, white freight liners

Volvos, Marlins, Internationals

Eighteen wheels, we do deals

Major fake baller close your mouth, you rap about the same thing

Record company got you gassed

Now you wanna hold champagne and bounce

And act like you from Down South

I «Pimp Hard» like MJG and Eightball

Called the crib that my girl Kate called

Olde English aluminum can tall

Girls smile when I walk with alligators through the mall

Shiny jeans and baseball cap, no time for rotation crap

No sleep, always up with heat, never take no N-A-P

I.P.P.

— International Player

Wherever you search there’s no one greater

But you look at the back of the club walkin around

I see you, that’s you, a HATER!

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll

Global W.V.C.

who can step to me

Got the belt over my head like Ernie Shavers

Y’all be talkin behind my back, rhyme as sweet as Life Savers

From New York, push records out from Detroit

Greyhound bus will get me to the point

From there, I don’t care, pick me up in a pickup truck

I roll wagons fly like blue shoes with big Chuck

Thinkin I gives a fizzucka

Youse a metropolitan plastic-ass, youse a sucka!

Turn let me blast you in the face

A guy like you I should slash in the face

Pick up the lampshade, knock your blunt out your hand

Smear ash in your face!

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll

Macks, trucks, big wheels roll