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A little blind spider took the wheel
Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel
Got a sassy chassis, sparklin in the sun
All four small bald fat
be talkin' shit like you the Jakes
4-5 pass shoot the Wraith, aye
4-5 pass shoot the Wraith, aye
Do a drive by hit the snake

I'm just tryna get
driving them gangster cars
New cars just don't appeal to me
It's 2004 and I'm a still a "G"
Cops don't want brothers loiterin'
Gangbangers drive by
A surrogate to drive the blame into you 
To drive it all back to you 
Right back down to you 

The windshield cracked up by your head 
A spider web
A little blind spider took the wheel
Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel
Got a sassy chasse, sparkle in the sun
All four small bald fat
Staring down the barrel of a colt 45
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me
They call her Angel
She's the devil's child
Just for the hell of it
She drives men wild

Just like the spider
Hypnotizing the fly
She works
Now let's get the kids and pack up the car
Take that vacation we've been waiting for
Drive across this country leave our worries far behind
a factory by the Tyne  
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before  
I drive in it for my job, the governor calls me a slob  
But I don't
by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before
I drive in it for my job, the governor calls me a slob
But I don't really care,
fruity by the pound
(That's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town
(That's how ya feel)
45 on my lap, it's going down
(That's how ya feel)
Because Elvis gave 'em cars
You think I'm cheap
And you're hard done by
Look-you live here like a star
Rent free suite
Big blue pool that you
passing by, an eagle on your back
Swords cross your chest and snakes around your arm
I'm afraid of blood and pain
My naked skin drives me insane
You're
Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)
Everything is hazy and I can't see
One 44, two 45's
3 loaded clips, 4 n****s roll, one n**** drives
500 Benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should die
We shootin' every mother f***er
One 44, two 45's
3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives
500 benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should die
We shooting every motherfucker outside
yr car, because it wasn't safe to start it
You were "far too fucked to drive", were the words that you imparted
And the woolen dress that clung so
I was drivin' home on the boulevard
Late one night, when I spied a guy over 
On the corner, bummin' all alone

Now, as I passed him by I heard
mugged if you go down town

I live back in the woods you see,
My woman, my kids, and my dogs, and me
I got a shoutgun, and a rifle, and a 4 wheel drive
at the park drinkin' 40's last week
Did a drive-by on some niggas in a Jeep
He shot up Heroin and P.C.P.
Some niggas from a clique called L.S.D.
These
every dollar
Four quarters
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[Chorus]
While I drive break shift.
?
And they all jump down
 
And I just touched down with ?
by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before
I drive in it for my job, the governor calls me a slob
But I don't really care,
no boogie woogie on the king of rock and roll.

You weren't alive when I started to drive, so don't put none on me
You didn't arrive 'til late '45
the flu last week now I'm alright

Come and meet me on the corner
Just pick me up and we can drive
Now I'm sitting feeling pretty
that's the music
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it, 
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy