Lyrics:
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
still by my side
Like a copilot, I pimp my ride
I'ma go violent if you touch my guys
Don’t close eyelids when I look at the skies
Been doin' this shit
roled around in a drop top V
Like me, like we, YB, that's us
Too fast, too hard
(Take it all you need me)
Young buck, catch up
Yep
I'm a prime time
Ima hit da dash rq real fast
Cus a nigga like me Ian trying collapse
Ride with a whole lotta shit ina back
And bro like to ride with a back ass strap
ain't fucking, she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry, I'll feed her fries
'Cause
the cream
Bless the team
M3's on the scene
Ride with me
By the sea
Lively breeze
Dine and tree
Alive and free
Do you feel me
Feel like a star in my dream car
Ay this tape bout to be a classic
You are now listening to 8 for 8 by TXMIYAMA the muthafuckin' Jap Boy
Big up my cousin Kazu, big up Justin, I’m
You ain't a man you a bitch, right
You buddy up and you switch sides
Can't get nowhere, so you dick ride
That's straight up, midnight
Don't get me
You know what it's nigga the best never get no rest.
She asked to see the car fax so I just let her ride it
We bump and grind like that throw back
The car parked by it'self
I took my hand off the wheel
I don't want to smoke if it ain't the dope
That ain't no tooka if it ain't a choke
I don't ride
a cashier
In my dc voice
Bring that ass here
I feel where she cumn from
Like a pap smere
Let shit shift into the fast gear
Ride wit me and ill guarantee
a mini-me
(yesterday, yesterday)
Yeah, yeah, I had my first Filas
I recorded Top of the Pops on the TV
Came through Hi-Fi speakers
(yesterday, yesterday)
want me to go outside
By the time I was 13 I was Selling drugs and getting high
Get it fast like need for speed
All of these hoes I don't need
Yeah
Dipping through the city had to drop my top
Got the highs on scream and the bass gone knock
If you see me in the streets probably ain't gone stop
But
and stay awake
Fast and furious, enjoy the ride, don’t hit the brake
I will solve your problems (problems) - it’s a piece of cake
1-9-8-8, european ghetto
these hoes no love why i be moving by myself
Bro just hit my line a he hit the other day
This shit be changing up so fast got niggas moving state
touring make some extra cream
But the experience was priceless
They get me keen and now I'm driven by a
Force that's impossible to visualise
I'm driven like
the spot at the right time
This that shit
That you put on in your friends ride
This that shit
That you know it like your ride or die
This that shit
(Look)
ride hard all night long
And I can saddle up fast
Get ya there first class
Long before the dawn
You know your male's gonna get to you
Come snow,
enjoy the ride
Baby take my hand
And away we go
You were traumatized
By another guy
We can take it slow
People bring you down
You were born to fly
a drop-top chicken box
Mr. KFC, VVS's is in the watch
Livin' fast where it's all about that money bag
Never front, you take it there, it ain't no comin'
of the ride
Damn Bleek, can't speak
Uh-huh, okay, what's up, shut up
And close the door
Act like you been in the drop top on the open road before
Fix your
the dash
Fuck me hard and fuck me fast
Let's burn rubber till we crash
Got my hand prints on the glass
Boy I like your motorbike
Would you let me ride all
on that medical
Sipping on some medicine
Top dawg letterman
She wanna ride I let her in
She sexy than a motherfucker
Plus she brought her best friend
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