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Turning Lane

Mike Jones

Who Is Mike Jones? [Bonus Screwed & Chopped Disc]

2005

in the turning lane, in the turning lane
Piece and chain shining in the turning lane, in the turning lane
TV screens rain in the turning lane, in

partner for a piece of cake
Never save a hoe, nigga, Ion see a cape
We runnin' hard routes, wait until you see this play
And life's hard, Ion really see no

too
Little piece of heaven
All my dreams are coming true

Dancing through the night
With the sky turning deep blue
You are my shooting star
Look

Aye
QB
400 Club, let’s go
I be in the Benz coupe gripping grain
Seats laid back switching lane to lane
Kangol to the back like I’m Dana Dane
Old

you play on my tizzy
I am the truth and not fiction
I gotta stick to the mission
Turning these dollars to billions
Im hoggin the lane in my city
I said

yo lane man
Niggas be snitching, these pussy niggas super lame man
Chop with extensions, i'll hit a nigga in the brain man
Know how i'm whippin'
Lil'

anywhere but where I am
Music plays for days, I've been driving straight
There's no way I'm getting in a turning lane

[Verse 2]
Even though it aches, you

me coming
Them glocks extensions we can get it bumping
Them boys is hoes you can't come in my zone
He talking too tough trying to see what he on
I know

eating
I don't think they was with it
The way we was with it
So I don't fear shit bitch
We was down in the trenches
Ninas with extensions
That's whole lot

everybody wants a piece
He been real real cocky ever since he got a heat
Make the Drac' go boom, no more opps, I guarantee
Everybody in my business, had

for the bed time
Got that sense of ascension
Sound got a stench, loud blessed with extensions
Toss that kick up
Bape with the star, front door 'bout

to God they fallin' back (swear to God they fallin' back)
Youngin runnin' with extensions, who taught 'em that? (Who taught 'em that?)
We got choppers

Gripping Grain

Z-Ro

King of da Ghetto

2001

the turning lane, we tipping and we earning mayn
Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we hauling

[Z-Ro]
Twelve inches of dope, candy coat gon

Tinseltown to the Boogiedown

Scritti Politti

Anomie & Bonhomie

1999

definitely the rap chief
The new release, time to make cream, time to take a piece

And at the same time, time to rebuild, time is rilla
I swear I bring

with improving
That's why I been struggling to drop
Lane switching like I'm driving a prop
You lames sprinting tryna catch up it's locks
Charging

on this lane
This road, turning off
Been played, had enough
Can't save, had enough
Can't play it safe
Locked behind bars, still doing the race
In my head

hypocrite
End of the day just stay in your lane
The pieces will fall into their place
Aye
Aye
I done took some losses turned around and made them lessons
Yet

turning me up (turning me up)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I been the man)
(Hm, mhm, hm, hm, mhm, hm, hm, hm, hm, Oh, ohh, oh)
I might go power up, call me a Ranger,

bitch

Perfect, I just got a piece and its working
Splurging, got the bands up it was worth it
Swerving in a fast whip bitch I earned it
Turning in

finna pop got a Glock with extension
In my own lane I don’t ask for direction
I be with the gang I don’t ask for protection
Even when I ain’t can’t nobody

to see me when I’m feeling good/
So I’m turning corners, hitting blocks in every neighborhood/
Some gone love me, Some gone hate me, Some gone point

Stay in yo lane please don't play we get rowdy
I'm tryna get rich take a risk for the profit
It's not about money I'm changing the topic
Ice made it

a devoured State. My life is turning into a House of cards

My life plans shattered to pieces, It's not in my fate to reach the Top
That was planned since

Weed smoke bussing off the speakers
Imma hittem with that ether
Turn that boy into pieces
Grindin through the week
And I aint even punched the ten