You gonna get yours
I go faster cops try to shoot me
Get with it, the ultimate homeboy car
Ooh chuck, they outta get us man
My 98 Oldsmobile's so
Wherever I'm comin' get you my side
So you know I get paid on the mile ego trip
Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
I treated like some superstar
Who's the one some think is great
My 98's fly, I don't drive no junk
Laughin' hard at their attempt
My 98 Oldsmobile is
Stepped outside, got in my ride
Smoke is comin' when I burn
Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain
Gun in my chest, I'm under arrest
Drove them around an' I looked around town
Suckers they got the nerve and gall
Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
All you suckers in the other ride
My 98 - O blows 'em all away
You gonna get yours
Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane
A tinted window so super bad
Put me on a kick butt line up, times up
It's the reason all the people say
Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me
Pullin' away every day leavin' you in the dust
My 98 Oldsmobile's so
And 5-O tailin' on my tip
Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
Run, I'm in the river 'cause they're movin' too slow
Drivin' by, wavin' my fist
Lookin' like the car the green hornet had
Look at my spokes, you know I'm no joke
Out that window, middle finger for all
Songwriters: James Henry Boxley, Carlton Ridenhour
If you're on my tail better watch your face
I'll let it go, my turbo
Caught 'em out there cold ran 'em over and down
Caught in my smoke, all they did was choke
They didn't get me and that's the truth
So what if the judge charged me contempt
You gonna get yours
I'm that one, son of a gun
Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind
I don't know what's happenin' what's up?
Watch me burn rubber fall in my flame
Take this ticket go to hell and stick it
My 98 Oldsmobile is
Top gun, never on the run
It's the reason I left them back
Publisher: DEF AMERICAN SONGS
My 98 is tough to chase
Yo, we gotta dust these boys off
You gonna get yours
They know not to come 'cause they all get some
This government needs a tune up
Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
Took their girls and got them to thrill me
Jealous at my ride, stereo and black walls
My 98 Oldsmobile's so
An' I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud
You gonna get yours
In this corner with the 98
I'd run my boomerang 'cause I'm feelin' proud
Cruisin' down the boulevard
Understand, I don't drive drunk
You know the time so don't look hard
They'll get theirs when they try to get me
Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98
So I got my crew and posse
All left back trailin' my behind
You gonna get yours
My 98 Oldsmobile's like
My 98 Oldsmobile's like
This episode is always the same
My 98 Oldsmobile is
It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack
No cop gotta a right to call me a punk
Rubber when my wheels turn
To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall
Subject of suckers object of hate
Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
'Cause the 98-O is bullet proof