Lyrics:
a hotel by the water, a quart of bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends
They soon ran out of money, but sonny knew a man
Who knew
a hotel by the water, a quart of bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends
They soon ran out of money, but sonny knew a man
Who knew
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
strapped but you are by yourself, ain't ya?
Damn straight, I got a jail cell mantra
Been boxed up but I never been settled in
Him got tough started developin
on a mission
Lettin it off then we social distance
Road runner
If I run up I'm puttin ya ass in the past
Look in the rear view having a laugh
While ya bitch
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
tryna play them back streets
He know I'm a road runner, run them packs like track meets
I could get em to you tho, but its gone cost some tax fees
Give
a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
Car got gadgets, my
To have no regret
Bu on this road
We can only take what we get
You aint at the end of the road
Cause the road don't end, you at a bend
You ahead
house
In Heaven, let me be
Somewhere close where I can hear R.W. sing for me.
The road... the road... the road of Calvary.
And, God, if there's an old
feat. Preacher Earl, Melo T, Bass Blaster, Asu, Guru
[ Greg Nice ]
Check it out, check it out
I got my whole crew in the house
and we gon' turn
Yo, yo, yo, look, life's so deep
A lot of mums cry over deaths in these streets
But when will it end? I don't think it ever will
Gang signs turn
friends
And this girl wants to stay for the night, I can't, I gotta be gone by ten
Don't think that I ain't on road 'cause I ain't stuck on ends
This
and missed the tomb
I left you wishing and somehow we end up room
It's like a prison locking up your mind
Hit the ground, end up running, life been full
(true)
But if it calls for me to force my way in the door (huh)
Headhunting motherfuckers, stay on the floor (uh)
4-4, that's what I get sick with (grr)
But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
How'd ya do, I'm
(it's the big 3 nigga)
(active)
(niggas know I'm in that mode)
Niggas know when I get in that mode I be fucking up road everything gotta go ( gotta
pool.
I place broken bottles in your geraniums ---
Sabotage your gardening tools.
And I live down the end of your road.
By day I am a real estate
felt free, snake below controlled streets
By the time I hit the leak, been out my teens for like a week
By the time I hit a lick it couldn't change me
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4
felt like the kid wouldn't make it
Getting lost on roads four times over at 3AM
And then stopping at a gas station
To get directions from folks not
(true)
But if it calls for me to force my way in the door (huh)
Headhunting motherfuckers, stay on the floor (uh)
4-4, that's what I get sick with (grr)
in the deep black earth
And you can't quite explain it but you just need to know
What's lying at the end of that tucked away road
You find yourself
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