Lyrics:
an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine
Old worn-out
the money is my meal
I was outchea road running on the boulevard
I ain't ever going home cause I be going hard
No solitaire but my niggas will pull your card
Do you want to go that road, do you want to go there
Sure you want to go that road, sure you want to go there
You don't want to go that road, you
I broke down a few more barricades
Got me a few more accolades
Used to look forward to the weekend
Now every day's like Saturday
Surrounded by
all black like the omen
Kim said it, yup, BIG wrote it
So I'm feeling like a Greek God when I quote it
Lightyears ahead, but I was caught up in
a Smorgasbord
Can't take her out the country, she get more than bored
Wanna pick her up, but she gon want more than Fords
And I'm with it, big Benzes
BMW, fully
stress me
I want a three hundred and four
Big house On my garage I need like three, four doors
Foreign bitches pulling up I need like three, four bros
Imma
A child as pure as a mountain stream that ran through her hometown
Then happened by the slick Tom Shark in his hand she was clay
She got caught and faced
Is out forseen by thousands
Most of your favorite artists in the country
You ain't gonna see me around them
Four and a half bags for this feature
strapped
It's about 5:30, rollin with a biscuit
Pump Mossburg, by my side
Buckshots roll across the floorboard
Of my suped up, four wheel drive
Yeah, later
crying
'Cause she wants to have her feed
Her mum lets out a big sigh
'Cause she's settled down to read
Up and down the country
On the doorsteps
over the
Country this past March, on
The night of his "Welcome
Back" concert in Philadelphia
Around 70 dirt bikes and ATVs
Were confiscated by
Four-wheel drives and bonfire nights
Muddy boots and country songs, yeah
Daddy always said hunt harder than them all
Because if you do you just might wind up
(Four Quarters)
(Listen to the melody)
(Four Quarters)
Yea
It's first degree on anything with a snare, not playing fair
I was born for this game, man
much colder, it rains in the winter
Where I live so I entered the I-5
Just like this movie ?Big Trip? where five drive
Across the country as they journey
final rest
Even though I'ma ride on a dirt road
You can take the boy out the country
But you can't take the country out the boy
Riding by the potholes,
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
AS IT IS
Written by
Arema Arega-Negussie González
(Es así)
Translated by Daniel Francis-Berenson & Arema Arega
I/E. OVERTURE
NARRATOR WIND
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
used to sing in my Chevy truck
Locked in four wheel drive
You know I miss those days way back when, bring country back again
And to the bars and steel
a 4-lane highway right through her pasture
Blamed it on progress and movin' traffic faster
But everybody knows the only reason for the road
Was to see her
The VIP bus move like 11pm
Den we dey go Ga
B4 we climb top we kill fufu
4 Kejetia
Then the nyanya overchill
But at least no preacher
Dey put
Riding by my side
Can't trust my bitch though
Hit my iPhone and hit my flip phone
Riding in that Jeep with the doors off
Dirt road country boys knock your
Good za in my lungs and that bitch hitting like Mike
Good head and good pussy, that the type of shit I like
I got some niggas down the road and they
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