Lyrics:
Take your stuff no question
I’m not here to lay
Meet me at the outside
I’ll be on the way
I’ll be on the sidewalk
Hop in don't talk
Standing by
say" shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up (brrat, brrat)
I do a Cali' style drive-by
alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much
again!
Well I was walking down the street just a-having a think
When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink
He shook me up, he took me by surprise
He
I walk through the day
Through the open fields
I walk to my truck
To my truck and drive away
To the road
Through the broken roads, trusty road
town
They'll forever stick around
And haunt you in the crowd
And my friends told me to stay away from guys that drive trucks
And I tried my best, but you
Driven by two guys, Rakim and Chuck
What the fuck I asked as I laid there How many guys do you drive a day
There? Chuck said many, Rakim said plenty
all my bands
Beat a niggas ass then I go beat his mans
If a nigga wanna get it then you know where I stand
OH SHIT! popped out with clip
It's a drive-by
When I awoke at the 14th hour
Three black women had gave me a quick shower
I stayed a while and escaped in a truck
Driven by two guys, Rakim and Chuck
I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap
your rims
Ballers, helicopters, bikes, and bourbans
It's on us, C-M-R are millionaires
Let 'em know it's flossin season everywhere
I got to get my shine
with the index, spray like a bottle of Windex
Bullets buzzin' by your head like insects
From your head to your mid-sec'
And I ain't even shoot you in
made for bonfires just south of the creek,
But that ain't what's country bout me
I don't drive a truck, but here's a concept for you,
Your 4 wheel drive
I don't remember much about that time,
Just the smell of the air and your hand in mine
Riding the strip, sittin' on my lap
In the back
wifi
I grew up where the guns went
Almost got killed in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don't mind mine
I'm in your top five's top five
Can't touch
I'm up by the ?
Now you can steady stop gleamin the floor
I spit shit for the drops
In a square bench truck nigga blastin The Lox
Better dial up
stay, yeah, I'd rather get paid
Lil' homie, you is not safe, yeah, shooters on the way
I was in the Bent' truck gettin' sucked up by a bad lil' vibe,
don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different
hair
I told him he was messin up he wouldn't go far
He got mad and asked his friend for the keys to the car
I said, "Don't drive, use your head
Drive
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
drive it multiply by 10
'cause nobody never by my bread
So don't pretend that you know 'bout mi
Certain 'tings weh mi go through
Certain 'tings weh mi see
giving me your full attention, yeah
Girl, you in the wrong mentions
I'm on Caliguiro Drive, got more pistons
Trap phone, never stop ringing
Scat pack,
the girls like whoa (Whoa)
I love the way you drive fast when you're off-road (Road)
And do it so professional
We like them cowboys who can put on a show
trucks
Better on
Better on your side
Better on your side
It's better on your side
Be yourself like
Be yourself like
Who am I to say?
Am I this game?
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