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Drive, Drive, Drive (Fergie & The Steelheads) · Double Take: Relient K (Relient K) · Relient K, Vol. 1 (Open Mic Karaoke) · Relient K (Relient K) · Pickin' on Relient K (Pickin' On) · Relient K (Relient K) · Relient K Piano Tribute (Relient K) · The Art of the Motorcycle: Songs of the Open Road (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Motorcycle Mama (Sailcat) · The Motorcycle Diaries (Gustavo Santaolalla) – and 90 other albums »


by on the peril vines
Go to the finish, big Texas is next
Stuck him in the neck and I'm beatin on my chest
(Ice Cube)
T-Bone is the king of the jungle
New Delhi at three A.M.
Just arrived by K.L.M.
Left the airport in the heat
In the bus strange people meet
Driving through the starless night
my style

Now our faces never stick around
A.K.A, never hold you down
A.K.A, can't figure it out
A.K.A, you don’t know me now
Oh you don’t know me now
She's hairdresser hot (hot) motorcycle mean (mean)
Hillbilly helmet, every country boy's dream (I must be dreamin!)
She cooks like her momma do,
at
Brooklyn beef! Who want that?

I grew up in the thoroughest borough - B.K.
Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin' D.K.
Gav was the first dude with the C.L.K
goin' to the bank.
She keeps me runnin' to the bank
She got me
Got me.

Drives my Mercedes
Lunch with the ladies

She loves the finer things.
straight up reality
Made by the streets, done by insanity
Drive-by, yes, it's the season
When the Ganxta kills for no reason
When an MC is slippin
inside my head means something out here.
I gotta motorcycle.
We can drive across country.
Inside.Tummy scream.
Something like a bad dream.
Taste what
Drive slow homie, drive slow homie
You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie

My homie
Drive slow homie, drive slow homie
You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie

My homie
drive by
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes
And you don't mind, you smile
And say the world doesn't fit with you

I don't believe you, you're so serene
OTHERS 
I like to be in America! 
O.K. by me in America! 
Ev'rything free in America 
For a small fee in America! 
ROSALIA 
I like the city of San
Summertime and everything is sweet
Walking barefoot to the circle k
On the burning street
Summertime and everything's on fire
This town is a drive-by
And the bullets flying.
I like the island Manhattan.
Smoke on your pipe and put that in!
Girls sans Rosalia:
I like to be in America!
O.K. by me in America!
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
Drive slow homie, drive slow homie
You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie

My homie
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,
LATE AT NIGHT by AFROMAN ( BACAAAAAA)

lYRICS- FELIPE A.K.A FLIPPARONNI PIPEKEK@AOL.COM


Check out this beat mayn

( talkin )


(CHOURUS)
Late
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,
And the bullets flying.
I like the island Manhattan.
Smoke on your pipe and put that in!
Girls sans Rosalia:
I like to be in America!
O.K. by me in America!
you nigga
S.B.K. a ??? drive
This Atlantic Drive and we're outta here nigga
and ice
You've got a F150 cooler with four wheel drive
Dancin' on flat beds, parked side by side
Gas powered generator, some portable lights

Playin'
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one

My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one

My mother reproduced like a komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
prison ain't a place that we need to go
so 'til they free pimp c
i'ma leave up to u g o k k k
to keep it street
this one here for the street
this one