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
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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