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(Chorus)
You thought you'd squirt first, bitch how'd you figure
I got a homemadeturbo nigga
Talking all that mess, but nigga you ain't shit
I got your muthafucken pink slip bitch
In my city there's no runnin your mouth
D Series 10 pounds, will turn ya out
No tire hop, that's where it counts
I got the eurathane motor mounts, beeatch
Custom coach in the front painted black
Yo, that's just so I can creep on that ass, foo
Can't stand jdm but don't hate on me, just a little story about my HMT
I run the t-bird pump, yeah that 48/60
walbro fuel pump, dsm 450's
B series? Man you think I'm a joke?
I run the underdog single cam shit, bro
A dime a dozen man if feels so great
fully built in my 97 Y8
Slamming through the gears, man this ain't no joke
When I'm in first and second all you see is smoke
third through fifth, that's the shit that grips
Make your girlfriend want to show me her tits, bitch
(Chorus)
You thought you'd squirt first, bitch how'd you figure
I got a homemadeturbo nigga
Talking all that mess, but nigga you ain't shit
I got your muthafucken pink slip bitch
Srp made my slugs, eagle's got me on the rods
people always ask me how I outrun the cops
Ghetto D, Bamboo, Renr, Julio and Mike
these are some of the homies from the site
called homemadeturbo, where we chit and we chat
(oh man there's some more names you could add to that)
Like Rafael, these people need some credit
TurboEF9 with the turboedit
Craig at tunertoys, hookin up the whips
Streetkings and his company, next day chips
These are some of those that I'd like to thank
of course I can't forget my homeboy Jeff Frank
(hey man how'd you make your car so much faster?)
I hooked up with Sean, the muthafucken webmaster
He made the site, yo, his shit is the bomb
now I eat minivans like a soccer mom
Stealthmode on the mic, and I'm just gettin loose
Oh shit I can't forget about Dr Boost
(docta docta, docta boost)
Yeah, your dj's beats are out like old school segas
357 got fresh beats, turnups, and rootabegas.
You like that shit? Fuck yeah
Hey, and if hotrex wants to bring his shit over to
sounthern California, I'll stamp his dyno sheet,
with OWNED. haha, trick beeyotch, beeyotch.
Dusted
Well it's Saturday night, and I'm rollin around
Cant find a muthafucken soul in town
My maps are straight, my afr's are tight
oh shit a type s rollin up on the right
glance over at the chump, hit the tps
pull my seatbelt all across my chest
yeah I'm ready to rock, but not ready to blow
so I roll my window down and yell "hey, your car's slow"
He gives a hard look, but I know he's a fake
cfm's don't roll through an air intake
I smile, wink, damn that shit's busted
little trick slut, you're about to get dusted
Chorus
My name's Stealthmode, and my name's Tre 5
two white boys comin with the jiggaboo jive
forced induction, you know that's a must kid
trick bitch nigga you just got dusted
Block blough, the muthafucken streets are alive
with the sounds from the pipes of my G35
and I'm setting my sites on a ghetto snipe
takin any muthafucker at a stop light
So don't trip when I grip the stick of triptronic shifting
I'm drifting, now I'm sifting
Through your ashes, my infinity mashes
quicker than a blink from your girlys eye lashes
staring at my racing hart cx's
bimmers, lexus, and rsx's
get anniahalated, one after another
take a number you're next muthafucka
So if you didn't know, now you know
my infinity G35 steals the show
So step up, or get set down
my list is long like my wheels are round
be the next mark bitch that gets busted
but don't say I didn't warn you when that ass gets dusted.
Chorus
My name's Stealthmode, and my name's Tre 5
two white boys comin with the jiggaboo jive
forced induction, you know that's a must kid
trick bitch nigga you just got dusted
I coulda smashed that ass, even if I was stoned
but I'm not so your muthafucken shit got owned
oh wait, you musta let me pass
you coulda fooled me, I thought you ran outta gas
you little trick bitch, you tried to grip this
you can't get with an HMT slut bitch
JDM, yeah it just don't matter
map lights won't make your shit any badder
punk muthafucka, I thought you wanted to race
It's a home made turbo strapped to your face.
Your car on the streets makes us all disgusted
slut bitch ngga you just got dusted
Chorus
My name's Stealthmode, and my name's Tre 5
two white boys comin with the jiggaboo jive
forced induction, you know that's a must kid
trick bitch nigga you just got dusted
Eat My Bozack
Never again, oh shit you thought I was through
that homemadejoint and dusted track was just verse 1 and verse 2
but I'm back, still makin tracks for my nogs,
flippin dogs, and not givin a muthafuck about some worthless datalogs
I rock basemaps, and probably always will
and that's about all it takes to get a riceboy killed, so I'm good
but sometimes I sit back and I'm just cruisin
ain't got no time for you cause it's your bitch that I'm choosin
she's so sweet, sweeter than a honey suckle
Gilette mach 3 yo that's a smooth buck nuckle (yeah)
Get in, sit down, it's time to swerve hoe
lifestyle provided by my fucken homemadeturbo
Well it's the 1 to the 2, bitch, the 3 to the 4
promise to never rock the ching chong meow parts on my car
going for function not frontin, and ain't got no nitrous button
And I got no love for a turkey without no stuffin
JagoJon in the mix, of course and rawr loves the dick
steering wheel, gas pedal, my clutch of course and my stick
My homemadeturbo bitch
Chorus
Got more flavor than kool-aid
cause my muthafucken turbo is home made
you know I love the porn when it's not gay
ain't got no cdm in my engine bay
so when the clutch is smokin and the tree lights drop
all us HMT niggas dash away from the cops
I got your bitch on my dick, and your mom on my nutsack
Eat My Bozack
Runnin hard like a trackstar, it hits and I laugh hard
smokin more shit than white people at nascar
10 pounds is still my quota, ain't got no parts from Toda
still worldwide, but reside, in Minnesota
hear me out what I said, give a shout to the dead
kill the 1320 with a bob of your head
And cc-fag, I want my money back
never thought the shipping alone would make my mani crack
but I'll get you back, maybe run up on your slurpee
but first I'll change the straw as to not contract the herpies
Terrorizing like buk, a.k.a. scruffy terror
357 drop the bass, I triple dog dare ya.
(Bass interlude with MCP)
Got a home made turbo bitch, it's MC Pussylick
my tongue up on your clit, got 15 bitches on a toggle swich
hotrex has herpes kid, I'd serve him with a kosher tip
that's right non stop hip hop, lemme show you how I do it with a dick in your lip.
Shockin niggas like a naawz tank, like Jeff Frank chompin on a lamb shank
TC crew poppin like a sensu, hotrex spreading herpes like a gay dude
shoulda worn that latex when your pumpin them dudes of the same sex
JD plus hotrex equals instant dousing of the valtrex
Back into rap mode, no not comin a-solo
the beats still hittin hard like a nog throwin bolos
No, I'm not a rapper, or a heavy napper
an 808 together with an everyday cracker
Represent HMT, cause that's the spot to kick it
No tech on honda tech should at least be a ticket
or a fucken misdermeanor, or a chopping of the weiner
typer and tight car? huh, bitch, my sound is cleaner
you can log onto summit, and try to find a fix
but you'll never get a fucken home made turbo bitch
My homemade turbo.
Chorus
Got more flavor than kool-aid
cause my muthafucken turbo is home made
you know I love the porn when it's not gay
ain't got no cdm in my engine bay
so when the clutch is smokin and the tree lights drop
all us HMT niggas dash away from the cops
I got your bitch on my dick, and your mom on my nutsack
Eat My Bozack
Soul Doubt
(out in the streets, they call it murder)
Muthafucka please, oh yes I do it with ease
my 47 vs. 2 bitches leaves 4 buckling knees
2 of r-i-c-k, and 2 of xenofraud
story hits front page and all my nogs applaud (beleee dat)
Got dirty money and for one an investment
hollow points give a fuck if you come with your best kid
Your name means shit, you're either down or your not
true fucken homemadeturbo just can't be sold or be bought
the people rose up yo, and then we disbanded
thought of dollar signs but what you were was left empty handed
We broke off like a kit-kat
don't accept being doormats
leavin for work and found your car was on 4 flats
Tre West the producer and MCP
B-dub and the Stealth m-o-d-e (muthafuckaz)
You got what you got, we threw a wrench in your plot
if it was up to me and tre-weezy your ass would be shot.
(Chorus)
Listen up Muthafuckaz, bet not lose your control
cause there's 2 muthafuckas that are selling their soul
tryin to stack up your chips, but your profits ain't shit
woahhh
bitches choke on my dick
In the major leagues they call it throwing a curver
On the interwebz we call it dropping your server
(out in the streets, they call it murder)
20 thousand members strong, but not for long
cause xenocron, couldn't tell his right from wrong
had a deal with Jeff Frank, that you wouldn't go corporate
muthafucka you'd be crazy if you think we'd ignore the shit
the forum software is bullshit Vbulletin
this is life not golf, you don't get your one mulligan
Integrity, one thing that you don't have
we trust Buk more than you, and he's an Arab
But then we have a Canuck, looking for a quick buck
20g's get dropped and all you got was straight fucked
you thought you bought us with loot, but we decided to scoot
Real HMT popped up and you said "What is this all abooot"
(Chorus)
Listen up Muthafuckaz, bet not lose your control
cause there's 2 muthafuckas that are selling their soul
tryin to stack up your chips, but your profits ain't shit
woahhh
bitches choke on my dick
Ladies and gentlemen
3 time player of the century
10 time world champion freestyle assassin
The undisputed heavyweight west coast don of uncontrollable knowledgabilities
The valedictorian of vomit spit
MCP
Got some brand new gangsta shit
guaranteed to rattle your whip
realtime assassin, keepin it blastin
MC Pussylick
Gonna let that bass hang low
Gonna rock that mic like woah
Whatcha gonna do now, when I'm cummin in your mouth
makin all my nogs proud
Ricky P, bound to bend you on my knee
canucka fucka, we don't like to fuck a with ya no more
now we switchin all the users to the other system
now we on a new web page, Canadian bacon eat my bozack mane.
Let me show ya how we get down, comin to you with it real quick though
with a flow, let me tell you while I shift real quick from 0-60, so stick with me bitch
1,2,3, whatchu wanna do, drop to your knees and I'll serve ya quick
lemme show ya now how I get down, bitch, with a cizeetza all up in ya lip
lemme break down, with a Shocktown lyrical flow
little mark ass trick, Chris Harris, little punk bitch, eat my bozack biatch.
(Out in the streets, they call it murder)
ROLL CALL
Tre West MCP
B-Dub
Stealthmode
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