Cars on the Interstate
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics


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What? I got bullets that'll touch your brain.
It take nothin for me to fuck your dame.
Remember me from hatin on Paton, nothings changed.
Pushin heavy weight, still weighin a buck and change.
Soakin wet, rock whole diamonds, no cuts in the chain.
Lets get the jumped off jumped off, where the chicks at.
You see a nigga with a nice watch, nigga get that.
Young rich cat, pitch crack, you against me is a mismatch.
I spit murder and sip yack, team bang like six gats.
So what homie, you outta luck homie, still don't give a fuck homie.
Ride with the heat on me, in a big truck homie.
Cadillac Escalade, you still gettin stuck homie.
Got clientel like a weed spot,
hennyed up, creep blocked, with the heat cocked
Semis bust, after that, all beefs stop.

Wantin Respect

(Chorus)
Catch cars on the interstate, move heroin on the interstate.
Peep tote cars on the interstate, side cars gonna win this case.
Cars all in his face, need pour dawn on these bitches face.
(What is it) This is Brooklyn, Middle Nigga
(What is it) Brooklyn, 67 middle nigga.
(What is it) This is Brooklyn, Middle Nigga
(What is it) Brookyln, 67 middle nigga.

Don't give a fuck who you are, my crew get down and murder ya.
Change positions, move around like furniture.
Invitin all hoes, you can slide with me.
Party with Tory, or ride for free.
People see me, you know who my team be.
Like reefa, know how the duece when the green be, with wife beatas.
Fuck MBs, don't write cheatas.
If i can't get in with my sweats and timbs.
I'm a hood nigga, i live in the projects with a benz.
Ain't like you average rap niggas, still keepin gats niggas.
Post up like Shaq, on the block with crack niggas.
Spin ones, all that and then some.
Turn shoot, shot in your face, n one

This is Brooklyn Middle Nigga.
Brooklyn 67 Middle Nigga.
This Brooklyn Middle Nigga
Brooklyn 67 Middle Nigga.





(Chorus)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Wu-Tang Meets The Indie Culture's song Cars On The Interstate are primarily focused on the rapper's image and reputation. The first verse highlights his toughness and willingness to use violence to protect his reputation. He boasts about his criminal activities like pushing heavy weight, flashing diamonds, and being a young rich drug dealer. He mentions his Cadillac Escalade and how he is always armed, and even though he faces threats, his enemies can't seem to match his power. The chorus introduces the theme of drug trafficking, with the characters in the song moving heroin on the interstate. It's evident that their illegal activities are funding their lifestyle and they're not shying away from the danger that comes with it.


The second verse speaks of the rapper's carefree attitude and flair for the party lifestyle. He's inviting all the women to join him, whether they are in it for the ride or want the perks of riding for free. He takes pride in his hood reputation and how he doesn't conform to the conventional standards of society. The song concludes with the repeating of Brooklyn 67 Middle Nigga, which might be a reference to some street crew or the year they were founded in Brooklyn.


Line by Line Meaning

What? I got bullets that'll touch your brain.
I have bullets that can penetrate your head.


It take nothin for me to fuck your dame.
I don't need any effort to have sex with your woman.


Remember me from hatin on Paton, nothings changed.
You might recall me from disliking Paton, but that hasn't changed.


Pushin heavy weight, still weighin a buck and change.
I'm still able to handle the pressure, even though I weigh below two hundred pounds.


Soakin wet, rock whole diamonds, no cuts in the chain.
I'm soaking wet but my diamond chain has no scratches or blemishes.


Lets get the jumped off jumped off, where the chicks at.
Let's start the party, where are the women?


You see a nigga with a nice watch, nigga get that.
If you see a man with a fancy watch, steal it from him.


Young rich cat, pitch crack, you against me is a mismatch.
I'm a young and wealthy drug dealer; you don't stand a chance against me.


I spit murder and sip yack, team bang like six gats.
I rap about killing people and drink copious amounts of cognac, and my team is heavily armed.


So what homie, you outta luck homie, still don't give a fuck homie.
It doesn't matter if you're unlucky, I still don't care.


Ride with the heat on me, in a big truck homie.
I carry a gun with me and drive a large vehicle.


Cadillac Escalade, you still gettin stuck homie.
Even with a Cadillac Escalade, you will still encounter obstacles.


Got clientel like a weed spot, hennyed up, creep blocked, with the heat cocked.
I have a lot of customers like a marijuana dispensary, I'm drunk on Hennessy, I'm hiding in the shadows with a gun ready.


Semis bust, after that, all beefs stop.
Once the semi-automatic weapon is fired, all conflicts will end.


Catch cars on the interstate, move heroin on the interstate.
We confiscate cars on the highway and use them to transport heroin.


Peep tote cars on the interstate, side cars gonna win this case.
We observe cars carrying drugs on the highway, and we will prevail in our legal battle.


Cars all in his face, need pour dawn on these bitches face.
Cars are blocking his path, and we need to use dish soap on these inanimate objects.


(What is it) This is Brooklyn, Middle Nigga
I'm from Brooklyn, specifically from the middle section.


(What is it) Brooklyn, 67 middle nigga.
I'm from Brooklyn, and my particular region is known as 67 Middle.


Don't give a fuck who you are, my crew get down and murder ya.
We don't care about your identity; my team is capable of killing anyone.


Change positions, move around like furniture.
We switch up our tactics and move like furniture to stay unpredictable.


Invitin all hoes, you can slide with me.
We're inviting all women to join us and ride with us.


Party with Tory, or ride for free.
You can either party with us or get a free ride.


People see me, you know who my team be.
When people see me, they know who my team is.


Like reefa, know how the duece when the green be, with wife beatas.
Like a marijuana joint, we know how to share when there's money involved, and we beat our wives.


Fuck MBs, don't write cheatas.
I don't care about Mercedes Benzes, and I don't write cheques.


If i can't get in with my sweats and timbs.
If I can't enter somewhere wearing my sweatpants and Timberlands.


I'm a hood nigga, i live in the projects with a benz.
I'm a gangster who lives in the projects but still drives a Benz.


Ain't like you average rap niggas, still keepin gats niggas.
I'm not like regular rappers; I still carry guns.


Post up like Shaq, on the block with crack niggas.
I'm like Shaq in his prime, dominating the street corner with drug dealers.


Spin ones, all that and then some.
I spend a lot of money, and then some more.


Turn shoot, shot in your face, n one.
I turn around and immediately shoot you in the face without hesitation.




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Demarcus Ray

Came for my daily dose of real Hip-Hop

chris hardy

Say wurd

Un Known

​@chris hardy word

Polar bear with the sac

goes hard

Michael Donegan

STILL WEIHGING A BUCK N CHANGE

Shaun Scout

King Nothing J

WOW!

Tairy Hesticles

Move around like furniture

Ja'Vaughn Turner

Sounds like "Hodgyyyyyyyyy, Hodgyyyyyy" 😂😂 as in Hodgy Beats? Loll

Finbar

never noticed now cant hear anything else haha

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