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to a ghost Just come up Like a episode of power
If money the goal I dash to the bag Money signs per hour
All the money and the power
It could never turn me

Prius up bitch, I can drive for hours
Rollin' with the squad, I be drivin' with my group
Not a Benz, or a Jeep, it's the fuckin' Space Coupe

My vehicle's

You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo

are endless rows
Of palms trees, adobe mansions
And scattered construction vehicles lining
The base of the
Santa Monica Mountains in the van, I
Sit

a floss our,  money, waah scour
Move fast our, long journey done inna half hour
Gas price it high and we nah bawl fi see di cost lower
Jump inna di yatch,

There ain't enough minutes in an hour
There ain't enough hours in a day
There ain't enough days in a week
There ain't enough weeks in a month
There

would like to get there before an hour, 
With no barriers which we already served as one, 
Still he did carry us.
He drove on 200km per hour, 
Mama warned

or a green light.

Mortified, fortified, rectified, bonafide, glorified, petrified, 
Scallion pancake.
Mystified, electrified, mummified, oil fried,

the ghettos
QuakeBy all means I've seen I've lived
By 22 years old
50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmedMy
Dreams start over the
StoveI ran over the globe

talking collard
But we get green
If you hit my potna better hit me
If you hit my brudda better hit me
Tryna get me
200 miles per hour was the whip speed

Hey, I just built the most perfect waste machine
It can travel a thousand miles per hour, there's no way you can comprehend
Hey, I just built

brash don't sas me, harass and get ya skull smash
I pilot a spaceship with light years per hour on the dash
I zip pass like throwing a football enclosed

I'm here to self-propel you
When you're down and all outta juice 
I'll show you how to boost yourself
Get nice miles per hour too
Now what you'll need

why I am pulling you over?
I don't know? Was I speeding?
Speeding! You were going 100 in a 45 Miles Per Hour Zone
I didn't know I couldn't do that?

Shipments don't come easy, at 500 miles per hour its think fast
Or die fast

I've been a Gunner as long as I can remember, it feels to die
Would be the only

some tubing and dinner after, chili’s
plate
At the table we reminiscing the past hours
Beautiful sights that we caught, trees size of a tower
One stick

a extra loud vehicle in the garage
Forty hours just won't cut it
No No
I need my incisors flooded
My bills got different numbers
So I'm chasing different

obstacle
A vehicle with rocket fuel
Rocket power staring at the clock for hours stuck in school
Saying f*** was cool
Until the teachers heard it
That

Being seent turnt up after hours
Party horde on the scene. Hit em with my rapper powers. Uh
Clean. Ain’t hammered homie
I’m too mean. Ooh, it’s so obscene

being treated has a tendency to do, but Selections based on

The nutrient content and healthiness of the meal
Dark leafy greens, lean protein, only a bit

at a 135 miles per hour,
(Voom) there he goes now, car number 3, (voom) 4, (voom) 5.
A wreck!
A wreck in the park turn, a man skidding around,
Out

on this freeway, doing 205 miles per hour
I know you see me on the freeway, bright lights, loud music
I know you wish you were here, sitting with me in this

Every Day Is tha Weekend

Celly Cel

The G Filez

1998

the case
Leavin' traces of burnt rubber on the floor
Everywhere we go, we light it up like the side show
I'm sittin' on the door hangin' out the vehicle

and miles per hour
For no one we will slow
Except a girl in town that wagged me down
Well she had me at Babbo

Listen to the turbo as it whistles like