Lyrics:
the rear
Highway patrol always giving me the chills
Drive copacetic any minute get real
One stop shop anything you need here
It ain't stuffed in the fender
yam on nanny cam
I'm gettin' handies with the zanny Xannys in the Caddy armrest
I'm imaginin' objects so I'm battin' cobwebs from a daddy longleg
In
ABSORBER...
CAR BOMB!
3-2-1-0!
ASHTRAY, AIR ???, OILY RAG,
FAN BELT, FLYWHEEL, LEFT ARMREST,
CRANKSHAFT, TIRE JACK, REAR-VIEW MIRROR,
COIL SPRING, PISTON RING,
The Seatbelt light is on
And my tray table's stowed
My journey to a better life is
About to load
We met one night in a crowded
New York City bar
I
To my nigga Eastwood - gangsta talk!
Kurupt and Daz - gangsta talk!
Gangsta's ride, uhh, do what gangsta's do
Bandanna hangin from the rear view
Too
rear
I just gotta follow mine
Till them dollar signs appear
Never follow blind
Something like a teacher
Got them following the lines
I was just
Cause fuck living bummy, can I get it then share it when it's sunny, now we all set
c wager for my win is such a strong bet
Staring through my rear view,
and Daz, gangsta talk!
Gangsta's ride, uh, do what gangsta's do
Bandanna hangin' from the rear view
Too smart, know them up, hold 'em up (though)
We
And now it's
Kicking the Beggar.
(The twits are kicking a beggar with a tray)
Simon's there and he's putting the boot in, and not terribly hard,
but he's
colour i think
Your bath is run by Mrs Rear
soap no bubbles i think
Annette comes in to make your bed
silk sheets no satin sheets i think
i think i'm
on the microphone, 'cuss on the microphone
Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Tray Dee
Bang his ass, slap his ass in the striz neet
Catch him wit the headlock, pistol
Lil man, Lil Tray & Jay dogg
God bless ya'll souls and listem may ya'll
Kids live a long life, live a strong life,
Not the wrong life, let em live
Lil man, Lil Tray & Jay dogg
God bless ya'll souls and listem may ya'll
Kids live a long life, live a strong life,
Not the wrong life, let em live
you in the rear view
I'm counting cash i deserve this
I always knew i was born with a purpose
Now that i found it i can't be stopped ima keep on going
Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard
That dirty Braves cap on the dash
Dog tags hanging from
Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard
That dirty Braves cap on the dash
Dog tags hanging from
all the smoke I invite in, ashes piling on the tray
What they are inspired by is senseless, aren't admired
I'm relentless spurring creative writings
The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear
Let all, G'z to front, middle and rear
Switches couldn't switch like these switches a day
Just
about
Oh I'm blazed, in a daze
Purple haze and ash trays
Mac mike you got the light
We green this ain't no fucking day
Black havana
Craving the vapors
Lil man, Lil Tray & Jay dogg
God bless ya'll souls and listem may ya'll
Kids live a long life, live a strong life,
Not the wrong life, let em live
biter, got a T-Boy rap
[Daddy-O]
4 Ever My Beat, if allowed, I'd play it all year
And if the front was cold, I'd play my beat in the rear
And if the back
helicopter took my patna 3 months to grow
So, I slid to the rear to find my chair
Hey pretty girl is this my chair here?
The key Y) didn't even crack
- flip her cafe tray onto her chest
They say she's plain, she should take her clothes off
Gave her the nickname Rosie the Robot, and she asks god
Why
in my eyes tryna hold this together
I'll buy a new watch bet I still come in late
So icey you might wanna come w a tray
My love in a coffin it's
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