Lyrics:
Hit the road, key of coke in the manifold
Triple beam dreams with a trunk full of scattered clothes
Japanese denim, down south numbers
Hit it once
on a dead-end road when you told me keep running,
If it's risky, risky, give it a miss or jump in the river, a gambling swimmer,
And now smiling down with white
loyalty is sacred
Circle smaller than a tip of a blunt
Fuck designer shit looking basic
Plain Black Ts even when I make it
Stacked up cheese we keep it low
on making it quite this far
It's a hard road sleeping on white lines
Paint a neon smile just to cover all my scars
I was always twelve steps behind
My
only hang with white boys that like black sluts
Tell them Plain Pat yo that track sucks
We ain't dissing you
But you in the position to play something
I was driving down a lonely road one dark and stormy night
When a little girl by the roadside showed up in my headlights
I stopped and she got in
In plain sight
Was I by the bridge or by the well
How the story will unfold only time will tell
Was I at the store or down the road
Only time will
[Chorus]
You were runnin' down the road, I was going your way
You stopped and turned around, and lent you my hand
You smiled though you were suffering, I
paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change
The road you're on, on and on
Said ooh, makes me wonder
Ooh, makes me wonder
Your
and the fight,
They'll ride on, in the black and white.
(Verse 3 - Rap)
From coast to coast, they're known by all,
Standing tall, never to fall,
In the heart
through
The very same roads
That we now wander
Who once you pass us by on
We paved with our bare hands
Paved with our bare hands
Hey!
No I never meant
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
Thinkin', "I want me a bad bitch when I get big"
They hug on the corner like California king
Cold hand all up her skirt, cars whistlin' down the road
See,
Another Jake Break wakes me up to a hotel lobby coffee cup
That dirty old white pickup truck
With the trailer hooked up by the Denny's, she's mine
need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your lowdown ways
Well, you can run down to the White House
You
Couldn't know, but buy a .44, blastin' a playa hatin', wantin' more
With a thug passion
Puttin' down mashin'
Control by this thug's passion
Unlike them
to the sound of the ocean
They're raisin' banners over by the markets
White washing slogans on our ship yard walls
Witch doctors praying for a mighty showdown
before you
Like the broken white line down the center of the doggone road
- Chorus -
Yeah, big moon landing
People all standing up
Smiles for the loved
hold you down
Bun B da ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is Tungsten
I'm made of tough skin you gon' respect me
(hold up) take mo
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
the man that enjoys she
O pleasant thoughts come to me mind
As I turn down the sheets so fine
And I seen her two breasts standing so
Like two white hills
Say a prayer for the cowboy
His mare's run away
And he'll walk til he finds her
His darling, his stray
But the river's in flood
And the roads
yeah)
Did a lotta shit in my life, but I never changed (yeach, check)
Two-hunnid for the Patek and it's all plain (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Come down the silver pathway that threads between the trees
Long are the shadows in the bright green grass Where the white wood anemones lilt upon
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