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I say hey hey everybody come on let's go for a ride, motorvating,
Yeah grab your baby and pull her right by your side, motorvating,
Go around
the Seven-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings
Neighbor got a brand new Cadillac
Still got my old Ford truck (But it runs)
Got a sweet saltwater pool in the ground
We got a three-footer sittin'
Baby when I met you there was peace unknown
I set out to get you with a fine tooth comb
I was soft inside
There was something going on
You do
and ride from Chi to Texas
Give the game up since I came up put my name up
Check out the rhythm
Make the mob wanna flame up
Struck a match
sister, we'd hide out in the tall corn fields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill
Tonight down here in Linden Town
I watch the cars rushing by
Don't wanna see you by yourself, by yourself
By yourself, by yourself, by yourself
We on a drive, looped in
Two seat ride, couped in
Who gon'
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
right out of those woods
Old Dillon had a million tales but he sung me one refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon James
One July Monday morning
Well, I woke up this morning
And I looked out the door
I can tell that old milk cow
By the way she lowed
Hold it fellows, that don't move me
Let's
The sun brings up another day
Near the little fishin' town
The nets are hung out in the wind
The sails are down
A seagull flies above my head
nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain't nobody roll 'bout him
Three felonies, ain't
of a woods
That was populated by
Tired nation on the fly
Everybody knows advice
That was given out for free
Lots of details to discern
Lots of details
and hitch a ride in my wetsuit
(Surf City, here we come)
And when I get to Surf City I'll be shootin' the curl
And checkin' out the parties for a surfer
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed
Aquafina
Know she wanna ride it, I can tell by her demeanor
And me and shawty got a real good vibe
She dripping all down her thighs
Now bitch tell me you can
wet forests on our
Moonlight drive, baby
Moonlight drive
Come on, baby, gonna take a little ride, down
Down by the ocean side, gonna get real
a rollin' train
I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert
In your busted down Ford and your platform heels
I could never figure out
take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot
We got into a drifted bank
Into the deep from all of the dizzying heights
what a sight of the world flys by
Out of the light
oh my ___ what ride
were going
all right
of the side.
Feel the tension. Man! What a ride!
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly!"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by.
Now all
to borrow
I guess I'll have to think about it tomorrow
We're gonna ride, ride the night away
I got a gun pointed at my head
I put it there by my self
I
Down down
For the ride just
Midnight
You saying you'll be out late
Out with the boys but you say
You missin' being my side
Hope I'm sitting tight
I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot,
We ran into a drifted bank
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