Lyrics:
gon' put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps
Homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs
Givin'
The posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week, I'm already earnin'
Suckers crossed,
Ayy, by my authority, watch this flex
Ayy, got the color wheel shining on this crest
Ayy, great Scott they dread I'm off the chain
Ayy, got a perfect
to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed-ass well paid OG's
(Ah shit) pulled up in a Benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel off catch
A cocktail, block
various heads of state) votes will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most
importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets
been here for 28 years
Poundin' sweat beneath these wheels
We tattooed lines beneath our skin
No surrender, my Bobby Jean
And we've been burned by
Only given to a man with hands as cold as ice
So she tells him she must go out for the evening
To comfort an old friend who's feelin' down
But he
run through my mind
Who rolled the dice?
Who started the wheels of fortune?
Now the
Sky's brighter
Chasing the night away
Wind's turning
We're back
Or is this the way it ends?
'Cause I told you my level of concern
But you walked by like you never heard
And you could bring down my level of concern
will) hear our fainted cry
(He will) answer by and by
(When you) feel a little prayer wheel turning
(And you) will know a little fire is burnin'
(You
and my bros gettin cheddar reelin' side by side side by side (let's go)
I just chopped the chicken, put it in a bezel (put it in a bezel)
Caterpillar
Let me wander north to the homestead,
Way out further on there to roam,
By a gully in flood, let me linger,
When the summery sunshine has flown.
I like having my seat by the window
If I see Opp dump the clip bro
Feds get behind us change the tempo
Cooling in the seat by the window
Day dreaming
Who’s at The Wheel
It’s getting hard to read the news
Another man wrongly accused
By some coward whose power’s been misused
It’s getting hard
I like a 4x4, make sure the back is wide
Can't be scared of the slugs, full throttle love
Stuck in the mud, wheels spinning
Engines roaring and girls
by
Never knew that havin' so much fuckin' talent was a crime
But you know who I am, bitch I'll cover my face, now I'm
Masked up, you can call me
I'm feeling like a wheel, always coming back to the start
Riding an old blues E, jamming with my mates, so I'll be free
As a missed turn around, i'm
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
lives and who dies
Water as commodity all is comedy
Acts of god acts of the purse-milking apostles
Pulling yourself up by your boot straps is
the one to put
the peaches in your pie
sugar in your tea
the twinkle in your eye
Let me be the one who comes
home to you each night
sit there by the fire
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
The Sun is coming down, but wait I'm here
Roll through with the wheels, clutch kick and steer
Who would've thought we would make it here alive
Made
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