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hit that road jack
You need some chip up in your pocket hit my line, I got a hundred packs
My four bro, he hit my line that's when he named me four

Hey You

The Pharcyde

Labcabincalifornia

1995

Beam me up Scottie not as to where I have no control of my
Body tweaking diodes I walk the roads like karate masters
Most the time my mind be ghost

like
Free Stunna Geek, got booked with the pole, like
Got a M by my dolo, they know I'ma goat
Told them free all my hearts from the rock to road
Free

play by the rules but man don't play by the rules over taking with mass disorder in other on the road in ahh tinted Honda we makes Dem ups wonder it's

Lay Low

Snoop Dogg

Rap Rules [DVD]

2002

on mine
And on the down low talkin shit
Best move cause I refuse to lose
No matter which damn road I choose
So lay low cause you might be bruised
Top

flexing my paper
Praying that I don't get hit by a hater (Fa-Fa-Fa)
Ask can we go out i say maybe later
Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders

lightening bugs on my windshield
That back road, no cops found and I'm sipping on that hot brown
I wreck shit, my motto, got rednecks by the truckload
That

overlooked by some shitty artists
Yeah you really not it
I been rapping since I said that shit about Ms. Mary Poppins
Kinda cocky
Like jack harlow
When im

Small Cash, It All Hit The Stash
Fast Bucks, Slow Bucks, It All Adds Up
Don’t Get Caught Up By Them Jack Boys Playing Tuff
Cause These Fools Selfish, They

Live from the Era

Statik Selektah

Extended Play

2013

I got one lit and she say she with it
I grab the dutch and I split it
Legs open, nigga I hit it
Damn right, the bitch won't forget it
Wake up in

Shoot 'Em Up

Nas

Nastradamus

1999

the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground
Blood on the floor
Then we shot some more
Niggas he was with
2 niggas hit, one nigga fell
One tryed

up
I don't hang with fighters
Jack his ass with iron
I ain't changin' tires
Purple, yellow, and some red shit
Unc' the drink supplier

When I hit

screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream

to swallow, know she felt me twitching
Ninety jacks flying overnight, yeah
This a heavy shipment
Bitch ain't hear me tell her take her
Shoes off 'cause

trip Riding on this road
Layered in brick, concrete or gravel
Who cares where I sleep the night, long as your face, is by my side
Don't need a 5 star,

better run
A little boys got guns
Sell your home hit the road
Hide your kids, hide your wife
Pop pop ricochet from the drive by
Eye eye of the needle make

on
Pop a nigga up I’ll get em gone
Smoking fat woods got a nigga blowed
Turn around gang when we hit the road
I turn the work to a lot of pros
I turn

at the bank
Take enough for food and a full tank, then hit the road
Tripping as we go, tanks ain't fitting as we grow
Every time I see daylight, I gotta thank G

on the road I can't really stop, in n out
C flipped burgers way back in the burbs (Way back, way back)
Told me to make a beat and hit me wit a verse (Hit me

hit
Won't say all of that, just don't let it be you who I hit man
Holla at
Send hollows no don attached, smack the shit out you, clip you, toss it,

finna go and let SlimmJim take over
In a carti bag like R.I.P. when I slide downtown, make 'em pay a fee
Just hit Jack G cause I got a new beat and I want

on you
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Pootie Tang
Taking you over to the studio and do my thang
I am dope, jump on this track like Kangaroo Jack

sause

Got that real drip
Got that real sause
Got that gas pack
Got that jack frost
All i know is get that pack off
The sugar bugar hit the juckies w

Neals at the wheel
Jacks in the back
Carolines all alone
She thinks of him
And where hes been
Carolines by the phone

The snow outside
Is piling high