[adrian jaye]

What up on my Berkshire Gee's.
My TIPEC Gee's.
Back uptown baby.
Iver Massive.
My homies at the crooked Billet, club day.


Aye yo you love the way I rap black, Step the f*** back
'Fore I park it out front, My red S2
And chest check, Respect that.

Any girl I met that, Got in.
Loved the way I floored that, I don't kit kat
Push my rag top back, Get my isht checked.

Got his Porsche waxed, yeah my man
Smurf can kick that, Mailed that Mat
Webmasters layed back, Raced out 24 isht can kick that.

Learn how to drive her, For the big stakes
And the big act, Now I got the big gats
Click, clack, uhh, Since day one police never pulled me.

Came with a Jon, the one with the 24, used to have a GTI, Now I'm in the pen in the mix.
E-group's sending me flicks, Hotkey sending me kicks

Last post got me in some isht, Nearly had to tap a chin with a fist, nah nah, I'm a lover not a fighter.


NoiseyBrothers and SeanSki, Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and isht, How they red line at 6
See they all know the deal, But you see me smile I know it too.


Jon's in it, yesmate at yesmate
Ask who it is ? Just visit it
I did drive-bys, Now I take you on the top of a high rise

See if you can fly by, I'll bring my S2 to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the Palladium, F it Yankees stadium uhh
I don't play people, I pure jump in, hit the gas and then I faze em

The boss, his name is Taylor, Steve's the dude that'll jiggle with your B Cup if it's legal, You not a threat
You want it you got it bet, Gee wait now I'm set, I'll beat your '68 another day


I'm through wit' it, Your car ain't even true wit' it

I see your driver he's like umm nothing to do with it, I know you pack like that
But non-Porsche racer why you act like that, SHUT UP Gee clack clack clack


Put fear 'fore envy, Gee I'm not in fear of any, I'll leave a Ford black and blue, Like a pair of Pennys, While me and S2, Throw Chevvy's.

Don't ever mess around with All-Torque, See Davy Bosley fightin' for the membership
Against the jack boots, Bustin out he act's cool, Porsche, he'll never lease 'em


Jaye- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Adrian What's up?) what's wrong with you
AS- hell man, it's not a game
Jaye- Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for Gee's like that
AS- Man them Gee's
Jaye- Yo, you know what you do
AS- What?
Jaye- Tell these Gees the real deal
AS- Aaiiight check it


Aiyyo I'm not into Modding, When I asked about it,
Got shook up, attacked, huh, Look in the mirror, man it ain't no Gee ride, nah
The Porsche I had, get's you in the back

I want the hook up in check, On this work of the rap
Now I'm not saying what I like, Or what I dislike
But get the hell out my face til' your ride's right,
See baby boy I drive a Porsche.

You know the Gatso, The kind that might give you a 3 point
And I was just like y'all racin', first off the lights !
But nowadays I'm driving slower, You a trying to run me
You got to understand baby I'm done with that junk

You get pure white coke from Columbian cats, To give you that hit you need
but it'll Leave your whole brain dead, Don't take the herb
Don't mean to disturb, Never been to Sesame Street but I'll flip you a big bird

And I know Porsches and they not from Pittsburgh, There not V-dubs or Audi's
Just 24's to 68's, So, y'all better obey
We drive pro way, Mess with us no way
Now go 'head go play.