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DEM NEW BOYZ - ON GOD (Official Song) 🎤✨

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Channel: RYAN JAUNZEMIS ¡ 2015 ¡ Music

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DEM NEW BOYZ - ON GOD
Copyright 2008, by Dem New Boyz & Ryan Jaunzemis
All Rights Reserved.

Lyrics:

CHORUS

Chevrolet swangin’. Nigga, Carolina-blue (On God). 22’s on a brand-new old-skool. (On God)
Hittin’ switchez in dis brand-new coupe. (On God). Keep it tinted so u can’t see thru. (On God). x2

VERSE 1

I’m switchin’ lanes in tha green 64'. U can call it lima-bean cuz at night it gone glow.
Yo! I get tha whip goin'—pushin’ pedals 2 tha floor. Speed-demon on the road. DUI, cuz I’m gone! 
Yo! I’m blue-tooth talkin’—can’t u see I’m on the phone? Chevrolet—sportin’ Perrili-tires wit tha chrome.
Keep ya mind focused while u breakin’ up tha dro, while I peel tha top back, cuz u know I’m 'bout 2 blow!
I’m in tha new Lamburgani wit 22’s on tha feet. Crusin’ down thru Bel-Air on Sunset Street.
Man, I keep my burner tucked 4 all dem niggaz who gone creep. Fuck ALL you fuckin’ haterz lay you down in defeat.
I keep the 15’s bumpin’. DNB on the beat. Satellite feedin’ out tha back of the seat.
Different colored car everyday of the week. Niggaz throwin’ up they hood when I pass on the street—On God!

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VERSE 2

I got a diamond in the back. Sun-roof top. Diggin’ in the scene—wit a gangsta-lean.
Revin’ up tha machine. Muscle-car look mean. Just detailed tha whip—so fresh, so clean.
I got my beat down low. Diamond on my side. Sun-roof top. 12’s bumpin’ Pac.
Hit the hydraulics at the light when I stop. Check my rear-view cuz dem cops lookin’ hot.
I’m in tha Chevrolet-Scraper. Gangsta-leanin’ on dem haterz. Bitche'z pupils dilatin’ cuz they fiendin’ for a player.
It’z time to pay up. DNB iz what’z up. Put the music on the track an watch u niggaz get buck.
I’m ballin’ hard in my whip. Switchin’ lanes like a pimp. One flip of dem switchez u gone feel the front dip.
Got dat wood-grain grip. Flossin’ presidential-tint. It’z how we do on God nigga South Bay representin’.

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VERSE 3

Now there iz 7 different whipz sittin’ in my driveway. Everyday that end with “Y” I be sittin’ sidewayz.
See the wood-grain grip. Eyez focused on tha whip. Skull-head on the stick with custom-chrome on the grip.
I’m in tha red Testarosa. Rollin’ like I’m soposta. Coastin’ thru Pier Plaza by Sharky's in West Hermosa.
An fuck a hot-box I let um know I’m a solja—see me rollin’ down tha windows while I’m blowin’ tha doja.
Got vibrations pumpin'! Can you feel it in ya feet? Pushin’ 5000 watts, now you feelin’ the beat.
Yo I live by the gun an I provide theze streetz. L.A. rich rollin’ nigga on G.O.D.
Posted up in tha Lambo, or rollin’ tha Benz. Either way I stay posted on them 20" inch rimz.
At the drive-thru teller, collectin' my endz. I pop the clutch an see me vanish, like dust-in-the-wind.

REPEAT CHORUS

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