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a gat 
Drivin' over red lights speeding down the freeway 
Johnny Johnny get away 

You better beware there Johnny 
There's a monkey on your back 

Johnny

The Corpse Came to Dinner

Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung: Presents Now Eat - The Album

Now your neck got disconnected by the Lynch Hung necklace
Hey, I leave 'em red, and I don't eat the head
Let the Tec spit and chop niggaz down ta

Gumbo

JT the Bigga Figga

Mac Dre Presents the Rompalation, Vol. 1

1998

Steady getting sweated by the opposition 

Could you handle 

All this scandal 

And keep on stepping like boots and sandals 

My handle, is young

motherfuckers that I ain't fuckin with phonies
Rapping and I'm smoking
Roll the windows up, we talking
Hot box this whole shit
Now I'm in slow motion
Red

Her name Aleesha and She likes to roll my weed up
We on the freeway in that Red Leather interior
We look mysterious
Me and My boys drop shit
We ain't

Don't go, don't go, don't go
Don't go, don't go, don't go
Don't go, don't go, don't go
Don't go, don't go, don't go

Don't you see the red light

Parade

Young Gunz

Tough Luv

2004

outta here, bitch ass nigga. niggaz get fucked at tha county, nigga feel this like,
[Young Chris]
Fresh off tour Philadelphia is your's.
Freeway that's

songs, so many games to pass the time

Count the red cars, count the lunch bars, count the buses, count the beer
Count the freeways, count the cafes, count

three granny bitches cookin' up the pies (GRANNY SMITH)
I been eatin' too much Violet pint-size

Where'd... my... glasses... go
Blind steering freeway in

three granny bitches cookin' up the pies (GRANNY SMITH)
I been eatin' too much Violet pint-size

Where'd..my..glasses..go
Blind steering freeway in

on the synchro team?

And it's just before lunch break
So if your eyes are red
From getting baked
You can blame it
On the chlorine

On the team I met Robert [Not

cake 
Hit my wrist with the freeze ray

Used to beat up the freeway, escape
I had all the leeway
Back in the day was the lean mane
Had the purple the red

a gun tattooed on his lower back!"
Fuck! bitch went up an alley
Left a red mark on my cheek when she slapped me
I'm mad cheesed, got played by

red peppers 
Look out over the ruins spread around the freeways 
The murals are beautiful and the skulls are made of sugar and coffee 
Beer and weed

We found her in a box by the side of the freeway 
In a silver bonnet with a note that said 
'Call her Marilyn' 
Three red lights ascended

The tail lights on the freeway pass me by yeah they're all the same
Reds and yellows blur together making trails down the lane
Disciplined

sell out
Pop now, pop now
Cop now, cop now
Gotta hit the spot before they head south

Ridin' top down on the freeway
Drivin' 105, cop gave me a leeway

wasabi shit
I came by to stop ya shit
Y'all out like a floppy disk
Eardrum overload, burst ya shit
Like sonic booms above ya head
I'm So Robust
Your

Skrting out the hood we really had no break on the van 

Put some diamonds on a red face I tsunami’d Japan  

So now they with me? 
So now they see me?

we could
Cause you know they want a bite of me, I’m really that good
Going 90 down the residence, as I really should
Saw some red and blue lights, felt

tension
Take a picture with a Polaroid, perfect mixture
Need a flow to match the style
Fuck court for a different trial
Diameter off by a couple miles
Your

on the freeway
Staring at my rear view, looking for a clear view
Something true, love is just a tattoo
It holds no value if your partners cold and shallow
At war

ass on read, now I feel fed up
I don't need a bitch to tell me what to do
Looking at my pockets, now I'm making money moves
I was hit up by a bitch but

The dusty, cracked concrete starts reminding me of those
Neon lit drive-ins and those rich and red canyons
Bittersweet memories
Of our road trips way back in