Lyrics:
Chevy down
So, if you see me on the highway
Get out of my way
'Cause I'm driving like a bat outta hell with a boat on the back
Taking these dirt
Well its been a hell of a weekend
It all got started when I was speeding down highway twelve
Hell I'm glad he didn't take me to jail
Burning eighty
a dime? she a hell-a one
Still make her hop out and cop me a dutch, a vanilla one
Taught her how to murda the highway
Put her up on mean shoes like
wanted some more
Chorus
(Uh! Bring it down now!)
(One time now! Overtown! Liberty City! Carol City! Highway 5! 15th!
61st! Yeah! Down south flavor,
This life it ain't no game
Need work just to get paid
Hustling day by day
Gon' figure out a way
Lord knows I walk by faith
A highway full of pain
Apocalypse
1,2 the headline news just broke through
Apocalypse
3,4 soldier, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit
Yeah
Aye
Both lungs full of good throttle
Three point five with a cognac bottle
Hell of a night never need no sleep
Money spin the world she can't gimme
this five year bender
Take me to my city by the bay
I never knew all that I had,
Now Alcatraz don't sound so bad
At least they have a hella fine
this five year bender
Take me to my city by the bay
I never knew all that I had,
Now Alcatraz don't sound so bad
At least they have a hella fine
crying when he chillin down in hell
They hear XANG and start to fill up rooms like school ringing a bell
Highway swervin' I'm serving the packs of mail
healthy
I see my enemies they creepin, don't make me blast
I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherfuckers pass
By me like they know me, smilin as they
I'm way too quick for that sand
Got no class, she gon' dance
Highway to hell girl you gon' crash
Count fast when you move like that
I get high you
I'm way too quick for that sand
Got no class, she gon' dance
Highway to hell girl you gon' crash
Count fast when you move like that
I get high you
inscribing violets onto the walkway
Into his personal hell, inspired by his non-prescription drugs
That he would take to excuse his violent ways
He wouldn't
Used all nine lives by the time I turned five, took jagged little pills just to try to stay alive
Runnin' with the devil never made me wanna cry
return
Ten turbines spinning out a windy beat
Nine highways cross and intertwine
Got struck by eight fierce bolts of lightning
Seven women on my mind
Six
heading into that gas station
Never knowing what the hell we're about to leave with
We got 5-0 on our tail I got cash if we need bail
But he made our
i see so many niggas die
My face look like the Behelit
I been to Hell and back, my nigga
I'm surprised that I made it
Shit's amazin'
I been haunted by
Know I shouldn't care so I'm speeding down the I-5
Broke by brothers heart
Bitch
You want a high five
Uh
You want a high five
Dissing from the sideline
I kill the game who the
Hell is gon' save me?
Who the hell is gon' save me?
Who the hell is gon' save me?
Just another Fall Friday high fifty five
you are
Got a big old house, about 50 cars
And the ones I drive, what a hell of a ride
Built for a player when I lean to the side
My shit so dank,
the sun set, with the streets niggas 'cause that's who I love
Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We rolling down the ninety-five
motorists, for to their shame and dread
He'd beat off by the highway with a white sack o'er his head
Now every cop 'round Muleshoe had sought this man for
tonight
Catch a flight be home by five
Listening to your favorite songs on repeat
While we drive all night
Remember that time
Remember that time that it
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