Lyrics:
sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab
Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs
cab, Bedford and Put-e-nam
There ain't no puss in 'em, dick, dildo or gush in 'em
Niggaz still got that juks in 'em
If he front then we stomp 'em
The drop-top, they say it's Ocean Drive-inspired
So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab
Uh, I get money like a motherfucker
Shades darker than
it
You did it, let's hop a cab and split it
I'm kiddin', we both going to where you livin'
Ha, I got you gigglin' like I'm piglet
Oh that's
records on while I pour)
The neighbors might think (baby, it's bad out there)
Say what's in this drink? (no cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew
records on while I pour)
The neighbors might think (baby, it's bad out there)
Say what's in this drink? (no cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew
I'mma need a yellow cab and a yellow bad bitch
Green faces but a nigga dodging yellow badges, wooop (sirens)
Cause I'm drunk, yeah ok
Under twenty five
Hailing cabs, lunches with executives
Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs
This girl is a lonely girl
Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus
Buys
my name that's on that Jag
So remove your bags; let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard tellin' me how I'm such a fool
Talkin' 'bout
How
with me you can ride
And so I climbed into the cab and then I setteled down inside
He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand
And I
people still a target
Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown
Feeling out of place as I whistle a cab down
If I tip extra, can I huff a cig'?
Blow my
home with his wife.
Out on the Trans-Canada Highway
The sun came climbing up the cab
By the time it hit the window they were wakin' up
From what
records on while I pour
The neighbors might think
But baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink?
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew
in this cab
Is the only time I'm alive
[Chorus:]
I'm a prisoner of the highway
Driven on by my restless soul
Call me a prisoner of the highway
on a minute before we go much further.
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother.
They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment.
At last he can tell her exactly
The neighbors might think
But baby it's bad out there
Say what's in this drink
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
The longest train I ever saw
Went down that Georgia line
The engine passed at six o'clock
And the cab passed by at nine
In the pines, in the pines
Baby, oh baby
Tell the man at the ticket stand that you've changed your mind
Let me run on out and tell the cab to keep his meter flyin'
'Cause if
give me the cash before I empty three
I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking him up
Fuck the cab
stand.
Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window.
Fading into the traffic; watched her go.
And taking in the morning,
Heard myself singing
O
Baby oh baby tell the man at the ticket stand that you've changed your mind
Let me run on out and tell the cab to keep his meter flyin'
Cause if
furnish a 'Llac, in the hood
African's be drivin cabs, in the hood
In the streets the ghetto is hot
And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in
And I knew I was through
When I said "I love you"
Friday evening, we've been drinking
2 AM, I swear I might propose
But we close the tab
Split a cab
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