Lyrics:
The world sees the apocalypse as a
Mystic cryptic message of doom
The first four seals are represented by four
Riders on four different coloured
get sacked by it
That's when trouble gets stirred
The lines can be blurred, but word
Love is a 4letterword
Love is a 4letterword
Love me please
Don't
class, open a stolen Accord door and haul ass
Body disposed by Albanian doorman for four grand, aw man
I throw the lamb in the ground and leave it
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
drive seat recline
Big wheelie man
Doin scams for the rich and if
It runs in my fam cross roads, cross breeds
Cross over weak mc's
Horse man will always
six-four, I'm Diddy no tint
I can't hide in New York City
I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted
(Wheezy outa here)
I could fly 3 of my homies on a 20 passenger jet (let's go)
I could put her in my rotation and she'll never get upset (never)
through this one horse town It's a 64 and it's hard on gas, but there ain't much that it can't pass
It takes a while to get her goin', and once she's
Climb over to the passenger side and freeze.
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
And once again it's on,
You should take a picture
With your camera phone.
Player she
by four, door three quarter ton Z71
It ain't John Deere green it ain't I-H red
But it'll walk the dog on pulling sled
A hundred thousand miles
Yeah this is war
This no game
We don't play
We want more
We want 4s
4 by 4 we want her to get down low
B road no go zone
We get bad to the bone
You
in the pit with no passengers I flew to Rome (Rome)
Light up a spliff when I step on the island
It's fuck everybody who's moving in silence
How you
outside
Just to feel alive
Feel my body tremor
From the inside
The silent night
The thoughts of you
Whispering my name
Muffled by the cold air
Goosebumps
the cord
The games gettin' floored by a girl in a Ford
(Ha ha) beach blonde hair and she 5'4"
Cosigned by me, blow smoke on them girl
Ayy hold up, Diesel
guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
ain't let me down yet
It all comes back to me
When I turn that horse's key
I'm 17 or 23
Or bringing home my first baby
Like Dad did when
horses swam
Six hundred miles before them their famous ride began
Two hundred miles Dick King and Ndongeni rode at night
By day they hid from Boers
Just to get by
Twenty four seven I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still I had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
the gas pedal
At the wheel of my cutlass
Four-four-two 70
Four hundred cubic inches
And as many powered horses
Now imagine this
An all-red shimmer car
With
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
luck is bad?
Listen ta what happen to me
Alright
Now listen now
Got a tip on a horse someone gave me, hey hey
Yeah
Pawned my
home"
When I leave out the crib I got Mom on mind
AR-15 and no this ain't no Smith and Wesson, manufactured by Arma-Lite
In the passenger seat I don't
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