Lyrics:
and turn around for me
Ooh-wee, let me give that lime a squeeze
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze
(Lime a squeeze)
Palm trees, sittin’ by the beach
(By
it’s not a such thing as too many shots
Cuz too many friends just turns into too many opps
Too many goofies, I walk around with 2 mini glocks
Yea dog
peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
'We just started the race and the #7 Jack
Daniel's car has already slammed
Through the wall!
Followеd closely by the Coca-Cola
Chaser car! All 15
A shadow has covered the light
Then a beam in the shade from a silvery blade
Has shattered the edge of the night
Straight down I'm swirling around
the room where my memory keeps
Replaying scenes
Of shattered dreams
Cars pass reflective windows
Night falls and still the wind blows
I turn to home
out on the prowl
Hear them roar, oh hear them howl
Quick, now, turn around
What's that haunting sound?
Night is creeping in
Stirring fear within
the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas
We gonna turn up, get lit, we gonna turn up and (ahh)
Cars on my ears, cars on my wrist
else wins the race
No, I give up, today is not my day
but then I take a deep breath and say
Calm down - when you're about to go crazy
Turn around -
much more
Than simply mess around
In the car
It was mostly mutual masturbation
And though we spoke of penetration
I'd have to wait for someone else
much more
Than simply mess around
In the car
It was mostly mutual masturbation
And though we spoke of penetration
I'd have to wait for someone else
of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar?
the hottest niggaz around right now
Real shit
Hop in the car I’m speeding
I ain’t gotta have no reason
Whipping the car I’m speeding
I ain’t gotta tell you I’m
Yes I am
Somebody say yeah
I got to take you to an old folk home
Well that mother turn around and went back into her own room
Tears running down her
1999
How long we gon ride?
5 hearts in a car
One fam w no lies
My cousins and my uncle
If they cry then i cry
Man we would ride around
In that
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
taking
Could really be the road to breaking free
Are you with me
[Chorus]
One little revolution could turn it all around
Back to the Kingdom we once
keep a blick tucked it's up by surprise
I don't give fuck, I just hide around
I get the cash, baby, yeah, I'm fine
Heard you wan' come to my city then
your trip?"
They didn't speak
I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride home, I don't
Tash while I smash my Range Rover
They know me and Ro and E-Sweezy pop
'Cause we been around the block like ZZ Top
It's all fast cars and chicks
it's the hottest place to be.
A car pulls up beside us as the redlight turns to green.
He's revin' up his engine lord it sounds like a mean machine.
to turn around
We got by
Planning our future lives
We may not make it but at least we can try
We had fun
Sun can't shine all the time
We both know that were
of loveliness
I like the groove of your walk, your talk, your dress
I feel your fever from miles around
I'll pick you up in my car and we'll paint the town
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
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