Lyrics:
extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425
and sacrifices.
Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
Holding the vision, but losing our
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
Smurf
We don't wanna hear them 2006 bars
That you got for Surf
I'll put ya mom to work head back
Mouth open she tryin' to drive the boat
Why? For thinkin'
cried
Hold my hand and I'll drive, close your eyes and I'll steer
I'm not woke, I'm just tired
I'm not floatin', I'm flyin'
I'm not broken, I'm fine
ol booty, make him trick off all his cash
Hands on ya knees when you throw that ass back
Make him beg and plead just to eat it from the back (AND THEY
a missile
Steer right let's go down that road
Headlights flashing just for show
Cheap tricks on the 8 track
I do Sick tricks on my bike
We're going to blow
but I do not cheer
I got drive but I do not steer
I'll make you crash like a couple of beers
I'm exclusive like a fuckin' premiere
IT'S DAX! Haha
tricks
She's made her mind up when she leaves you behind
Hidden in the lean to mute the feeling inside
You know hoes familiar with that blow and cheap
eat"
Trying anything once with a trick of the trade
Rents by the hour making sure she gets paid
No satisfaction it drives her insane
Chorus
It's cheap
All up in that Ford
Switch up to the Jeep, yeah
Yeah you looking cheap, yeah
Money, money, money
I'm going dummy, dummy, dummy
I got more drive in me
through
Drive by, way far, and everything'll be groovy
Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya like the Nubians
Move on black brother move on
You gotta
gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you
meet you meet you meet you
One day, maybe next week
I'm gonna meet you, I'll meet you, I'll meet you
I will drive past your house
And if the lights
gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you
Tell me what you think of me, I'll tell you how I feel (How I feel)
But talk is cheap and honestly the thought is so surreal (It's so surreal)
When I
Tell me what you think of me, I'll tell you how I feel (How I feel)
But talk is cheap and honestly the thought is so surreal (It's so surreal)
When I
choose)
I'm Dr. Ice (How can you tell?) You can tell by the mous'
And I'm the Educated Rapper (The brainiac
And Mixmaster) woo-hah (The four is back)
on what's next, be next
Bet you by the dollar
Make you holler, where them Benji's at
Come on out your pocket
Don't be stoppin'
What can happen,
grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Tha Jigga
And drive
And drive
And drive
Long as you there for the ride
The ride
The ride
The ride
Just as long as you here by my side
This life will take a nigga crazy
nothin' stops my chips
I boss play you with this, then twist you lame tricks
Holler if you understand my plan, ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them shady
gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you
world we would all be rich
Hating on me I'll dissolve your clique
Two tone Rolex on my wrist
In a battlefield I'm a soldier, trick
Life is what you make
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