1990 Honda CRX Si OEM Fog Light Re-Install and What's Going on Here? Madspeed S3Ep122

Welcome back to the channel, in this one we get caught up with what is going on in the Madspeed Garage. A few things are changing around the shop, The K swap CRX HF is being broken down, and the 1990 CRX Si is reaping the benefit. Hang with us while we re-install the factory OEM fog lights into the SI. Finally getting them back where they belong. After getting the car painted a few loose ends are still out there. One being the fog light set up along with a bunch of other parts that are coming off the K car and will now be used to hop up the SI. This is a stock car in as close to OEM form as I could get a 265,000 mile CRX. But with this chassis having such high mileage, why not just modify it and make it even more fun to drive. New brakes, new suspension, and a few other things we will get to. Thanks for checking out the channel, hanging with the us in the shop, and supporting the channel. Until we see you on the next one, Stay Mad B Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo (you know, uh) I wear Prada, Balenciaga I party when I wanna And she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada All I hear was blah, bla-blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah No, she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada (ay, ay, can't tell me shit) Now what they gon' say about this? Half a million on my left wrist is stainless, not a list Too much filler, now she got a lisp But it's feeling insane when she sucking on this I'm having too much motion What they put in casa, that's a cold, cold potion (cold, cold potion) Sign another deal, now we're champagne-toasting Doors open, hyphy so Oakland Jacket fresh off the YSL runway You can't get this, it was really only one made Hit her on Friday, forgot her by Sunday She texts I need to grow up, I text her back, "One day" I wear Prada, Balenciaga I party when I wanna And she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada All I hear was blah, bla-blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (blah, blah, blah, blah) No, she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada (you know) (Can't tell me shit) uh I leave a New York 9 on read If she ain't a gawk goddess, I'll turn down head Met her at the The Ned, now she got her legs spread When we done the mattress halfway off the bed Superfly, not a plane, not a bird Drink 'til I can't remember what occurred Know I've got a reputation so you've heard Million dollar d**k, she'll probably get it insured Acting like a nerd, sent a six-minute voice memo are you absurd? I ain't listening to that shit, I put on do not disturb Now she can't tell me nada, not a word I wear Prada, Balenciaga I party when I wanna (ah-ah) And she can't tell me nada (there he go) No, she can't tell me nada All I hear was blah, bla-blah, blah (blah) Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (blah, blah) No, she can't tell me nada (blah, blah) No, she can't tell me nada Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo nada g-eazy