Lyrics:
I'm just a truck driving daddy
18 wheels are on the ground
Gotta keep em' all a spinnin
Town after town
I keep that Diesel engine
Revin to the red
break da law,
(run da red light) drivin' illeagal, in a nice ol' school, flow like dead people, I park where I can, hit button make my do's pop, rimz go
chevey sittin' high, by matchin'corna' ties, michael jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride(jizzal man) I got man in da trunk, I'm workin' da alpine,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
is NFTs and Cryptos
I can never be a Crip, though
I tip-toe with my red rag around six O's
Chuck?
Yeah
Hey man, let's get you out the rain
Good
on a sleeper of pink
Ah ha this Mack's a dandy some kinda truck they think
In my truck drivin' boots I stand about five foot tree
But don't let this size
on the road-truck drivin man
white line fever-roll on big mama.
Then Convoy came on and i cranked loud
and I Swear all 18 wheels came off the ground.
like
she's a dirt road rider.
You can tell a man by his truck,
F one fifty painted on the fender.
Gun rack rattling in the window,
You can tell a man
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
drivin' this bitch give me top
We at the red light can't make the stop
just like a front door came for the knocks
.556 go bop bop bop
Hang with the lanes
brought
Pretty soon in the ice cream yacht we gone
Oo this is the jingle
When we're drivin by we'll be shakin all your shingles
Kris kringle with
eatin'
A different dive bar, drinkin' every other weekend
Like a trucker drivin' 18, I only slept two
My neck stays Red and my collar stays Blue
Three
?"
Dey took John Henry to de graveyard
An' dey buried him in de san'
An' every locomotive come roarin' by
Says, "Dere lays a steel-drivin' man
Lawd,
Mrs. Claus got a brand new truck
An F250 bright red
Haulin hay all over the place
Just to keep those reindeer fed
But it seems that she had
Hard workin' man like to get-'er done
Fixin' things up, makin' things run
Work hard-play hard 'till the race is won
A drivin' hard into the setting
potluck
Well, I'm drinkin' beer and bashin' queers
No protection, sixty kids
Liftin' up my truck and wearing camo to church
Drivin' up to Choctaw, thinkin'
I forgot how annoying kids could be bro
I can't deal with these kids again reminds me of Mike type shit
Drive-By, Drive-By, we did it in a red truck
jeep, it's a trackhawk, man that truck so fast
My chopper came automatic, that's why it shoots so fast
He wasn't real, he ain't bust steel, so he got
This song is by Mississippi Fred McDowell and
appears on the album Mississippi Fred McDowell (1995).
John Henry was a steel-drivin'
John Henry was
a robbery nigga you already know
Yo pockets kinda thin
Shawty wanna go out on a date
Shit I got no chips to spend
But I said it's OK
Cause momma was drivin
cause we bird infested
Ruby red with the platinum necklace
She in the Escalade, so wild stretchin
I'm so so fly, the man done blessed me
Mami in
I keep my truck bed good and dirty
On Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
By Friday night I'm sittin' purdy
And my wallet's fat as hell
I keep my
cool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can
[Police]
There they go over there!
Aw man, shit!
I gotta get up off my ass and go chase these cholo muthafuckas
I hate those fuckin' Mexicans
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