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Down at the stripyou see 'em waitin' in line
Lay down the rubber let their motors unwind
No matter whether you can drive it that good
If you
Lay your rubber down
Keep the shiny side up
Let them horses run
You can't ever get enough
So keep your tires spinnin'
Let the beat bump
So Lay your
wanna, do you wanna wanna go?
Pedal on the floorboard, lay a little bit of rubber down this road
Bass bumpin' on the car door
Got a blue sky, got a fast
(Oh, you like the way that sounds?)

Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco
He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull
And when I see her, then I believe her.
Ole Black's my truck's name.
And, oh, she don't say much.
We leave together and lay some rubber.

On down that
baby, it's time for goodbye

Say goodbye to your daddy and bye to your mama
Lay some rubber on the road in this little blue Honda
Leave the bills
And I can't shake these ghetto ways
A street rich n**** eatin' a bag of Lays
And rubber bands and braids
From the turf for the side, rings an ambulance
Put it in first and then I punch it, listen to the engine roar
Lay a patch of rubber for a block and half
When I push it on down to the floor
Do I
on

Lay a little bit of rubber down on some asphalt
Fifty yard line, better not get our butt caught
A little bit later on

Find a little spot right down
is a theory
Carried away with the morning air
Carried away with the morning air

Oh
Can I bounce back?
Oh
Or just lay flat
Only rubber
Only
Moving into darkness 
The city lights 
Fading to black 
I lay upon the rubber 
Of the belt 
Transporting me 
To the unknown 

I see the stars,
And the songs that made you cry 
When you lay in awe 
On the bedroom floor 
And said : "Oh, oh, smother me Mother"
No 
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring,
these ghetto ways
A street rich nigga eatin a bag of Lays
And the rubber bands and brains
From the turf for the sirens and Neverlands
Where we keep
The aggressor
The aggressor
The stick rubber
Is your killer
Lay the bricks
In silent
For the roof
To be the star
The aggressor
The aggressor
(Oh, you like the way that sounds?)

Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco
He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull
great cross my brain
Money stays where I lay rubber bands silver plate
All I know is to know your worth
If they know it wouldn't be the worst

Yeah, they
Put it in first and then I punch it, listen to the engine roar
Lay a patch of rubber for a block and half
When I push it on down to the floor
Do I
these ghetto ways
A street rich nigga eatin a bag of Lays
And the rubber bands and brains
From the turf for the sirens and Neverlands
Where we keep
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me and do your job
Lay on the bed and give me head
Don't have to ask don't have to beg
Juicy
took her back to the W
Reached inside the minibar
And poured us both a cup of Goose
Then I rolled up like a rubber do
First I lay you on the bed
Then I
up my chevelle
This weekend I'mma pull it out
Lay some rubber down
Slanging rocks everywhere
People mad as a mothafucka
But he jet connected so they
these ghetto ways
A street rich nigga eatin a bag of Lays
And the rubber bands and brains
From the turf for the sirens and Neverlands
Where we keep
Secrets don’t make friends, they make lovers
This shit way too hot to just buffer
Baby I don’t putter around I lay rubber
And drop bombs before they
gonna fly
We're gonna shift it and shake it
Hammer it and brake it
Until the morning light
We're gonna lay down the rubber
Hanging out with one another

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