Lyrics:
the skin was tanner
"Fuck The Police!!" jumpin over radio scanners
It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans
Fuck Vanilla Ice cones, we had
of stash and all the thugs
Cops drive by cock it up
Lights turn on and start to run
Red and blue fence in the way and jump
Y'all like bugs
Y'all the plugs
stop you the type of nigga
Hit the mall but do not shop
Play against us? Boy
I bet they'd quit by halftime
Unky got the blues and the
Yellow like
I'm sitting down by the highway
Down by that highway side
Everybody's going somewhere
Riding just as fast as they can ride
I guess they've got
I'm sitting down by the highway
Down by that highway side
Everybody's going somewhere
Riding just as fast as they can ride
I guess they've got a lot
unless it's October
No child left behind, nah no one
I guess we all still stuck in 01
We ain't gone nowhere
My race got their face on the ground out here
be a fool, its Michael back in the booth
Im split, yeah like a personality
Before I Snap back into reality
Better cut em down, like dexter I live by
Uh, lately I just been keeping all my thoughts to my self
Aye
And it's crazy how they say I can't be living by myself
Aye
And it's crazy how you
through
Shovel sound
When I see red, that's when
I get to killing out the blue, ugh
I mix those colors like a potion
Til my hearts purple
You should be
about, bitch I been out the way just getting by
I might just count the racks up to the sky
I might go ski, wear a disguise
I'm feeling flee when I'm in
em say uh masterpieces
Nowadays gotta kiss ass just to make it
Reason why lame ill why the real is ancient
Never hear this song played on radio waves
I'm sitting down by the highway
Down by that highway side
Everybody's going somewhere
Riding just as fast as they can ride
I guess they've got
(Can't forget, Roger) how real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome to the land of the brave (brave)
America,
a winding road|Ain't no doubt I was raised by the radio||At 21 - I was born to run|ACDC had me back in black |I was raising hell then I lost myself |And 'Much
best
Say we ain’t got no time for no corona thing
We ain’t party in years
(Yeah)
We be causing a commotion by the ocean blue
And watch de gal dem in
an all nighter
We were gonna take that sunset
Make it turn a blue sky red
We can worry about tomorrow
Or watch her city live, and stare
Get a little back
like a scepter
By the gram only way I measure
Uh
Don't come running like a bro
Once I make the radio
All these bitches they just fake
Only want me
Dimes by the furnace
Live life like Capone cause
A muthafucka earned it
Paper planes with them hunnid dolla bills
Spent a couple mill but still, nigga
On the center line
An turned up the radio
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Down the blue asphaltum line
Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio
An
He didn't give a damn
older
I barely even flinch I just keep pushing forward
I been rapping 8 years and I'm still struggling
To gain buzz from the blue print that I ushered in
Yeah this is how I move
Spent my paycheck on some shoes
Got caught up by the blue, I got nothing left to lose
I got nothing left to prove yeah
No cap all
Runaway with me come back and start our lives in the cool crisp air of October skies
October the 6, nineteen 89
When the baby drop, introduce him to the world
That baby boy, name is Josh
Boy premature, I heard that he barely made it
I'm just tryna reach for the feta
We keepin it P till is fed up,
October 4our I started breathin
I'm on the 4our I start the preachin
I talk to God buh
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