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Gas Pedal (Sage the Gemini) · Gas Pedal (Sage the Gemini) · Gas Pedal (Sage the Gemini) · Gas Pedal [Dave Audé Remixes] (Sage the Gemini) · Gas Pedal (Sage the Gemini) · Gas Pedal (Sage the Gemini) · Space Heater (The Reverend Horton Heat) · The Heater (The Mutton Birds) · Space Heater (The Reverend Horton Heat) · Pedal Pushers (Sharon) – and 31 other albums »


When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up,
the heat start the burn
Hit the gas heart the roar
Kick the pedal to the floor
Chorus repeat
behind the gas pedal
Chorus
Alligator blood fangs the way we hustle yo its somthing like a drug mayn buckle up and take a ride through this cats brain
without a fight
I got a bad, bad motor sitting under my wheels
So to hell with the Devil and his deals
I put the pedal to the metal and I blew right by
without a fight
I got a bad, bad motor sittin' under my wheels
So to Hell with the devil and his deals
I put the pedal to the metal and I blew right by
looking at?
Lets get the fuck out of here," she screamed
I pushed the gas pedal out of the bank parking lot
And into the back of a Chevron Tanker

Oh,
without a fight
I got a bad, bad motor sittin' under my wheels
So to Hell with the devil and his deals
I put the pedal to the metal and I blew right by
and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round

[Chorus]

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
And the spirits we
Faded moon like a sleepy whore, we belong 
Faded shoe pedal to the floor, we belong 
Wind, dry as a bone 
Where there's a phone somebody's alone
Cutting hay in a nowhere town
Sun up to sundown
Making that summertime money
Damn it was hot as hell
Stacking it bail by bail
Come quitting time
Leave him wit' his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all fags
sees you [Repeat: x3]
[Luda] It's get out, put my pedal to the flow and let's roll!

Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you [Repeat: x3]
[Luda] It's
Carlos
Two houses over by the tall black fence
I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this
There go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive"
"What the fuck
Leave him wit' his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all fags
stole candy from the corner store
And gave it to the mice he built a home for
By the side of the heater, next to his guitar
That he could neither play
stole candy from the cornerstone
And gave it to the mice he built a home for
By the side of the heater, next to his guitar
That he could neither play
him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags know
By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fiftys
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like jiffy-pop (pop)
In a instant get smoked like
the drink, I need home for a rest...

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come
platoon leader  but woken by enemy heaters 

Juggernot  on the block  lash shots at armed retreaters 

Why teach it to the utmost unified? 

Fuck
mangoes, the other lightin my hash
Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the a** (what?)
Came home uptight, ready to mash
Like a gas pedal, get on that
pop like the bubbely
When I was doing bad, you people was all laughs
Assholes, jock off, kiss my whole ass
Mobocracy, live by mob rules
If niggas
Knowhatimsayin?
I feel you my nigga
Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
I'm diggin it
Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga
sees you [Repeat: x3]
[Luda] It's get out, put my pedal to the flow and let's roll!

Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you [Repeat: x3]
[Luda] It's
Dre's light in the ass (what?)
Came home uptight, ready to mash
Like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level
AK-47 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain't