Search results for 'Custom Track Grand Prix-Revolution'

Fire, fuego, big splash (no)

Everyday I stay trendy, trendy
Gyal dem tell me I'm trendy
If it's one away then I'm spendy, spendy
Custom made

banga a couple more grand
Top Dawg
E Custom Wallabees Bad Clark's
And from u see di yg couple bad dawg
Killa dem chop caz a when wi flash pass bimma fat

life but on the track, he's not
Turbo Sloth, zooming past the blocks
Winning races, this sloth outfoxes the clocks

Custom paint, shiny rims, engines

We off to the races chasing paper like a track meet
Racks to the ceiling how I'm living yea it's that deep
MAC 10 empty out the clip, yea I pack heat

Prada at?
I done blew a lot of money, got it back
Full of hate 'cause they not on track
My niggas
Scraping them polish, chasing them dollars
We all

Freestyle Freestyle

Redman

Red Gone Wild: Thee Album

2007

a muh****ker rider
Custom made Airs and my shoes never tied up
Hardcore sh****, do it eazier than wider
While you sittin', home gettin' baby mama drama

Jersey,

I'm 100 grand
Tryna sell you all the exclusives I'm the fucking Man

Energy vibratin' through conversations
You told me I gave you what you needed no

hopper head and throw it up
Barbados, New York, Jamaica

Verse 1
Ah yow, The best is back with a brand new rap
Big Pimpin like Jigga man on this track

Royce
And make it custom very very precise
Leading GTA grand heist
They think I’m mean but I’m very very nice
I’m true to them but it sounds fake
Shit

wanna block me
She say my track so fire, she call it Hibachi 
I got custom made Ice, Don’t mind me

Yeah,yeah
Yeah
Che,che

And we've already cleared that, bunning me one while I steer that,
And I murder tracks, no murder chat
But I'm obviously badder than any MC
That could ever

more than human

Coltrane blowing on the sax
Facts. I blow brains flowing on the tracks.
Axe. Held by that lumberjack chopping.
Mopping, uno uno number

the grand prix
Beat your ass like a trainee
I'm in jail i'm unfree
Can you please just free me 
I see you eyeing up my clout you wanna be me

Tired of fakes,

could turn hashes, to a hundred grand
0 days, Can change ways
My source code forever stays

In the mix, Live and direct
My nodes all run, my tor connect

touching how we chase percussion 
Blowing gates open at the function 
Opened and closed according to 
Love, Truth, Peace, Freedom and Justice 

The Grand

Laughin' at Ya

Heron

Street Money

2001

then Chromies, homie
Like we swim in the sauce like we Chef Ravioli

[Chapter]
I blaze these tracks with amazing raps
Bet y'all say who the fuck is that