Lyrics:
rushing within
Oh yeah, oh yeah
It's a race to the finish, who will take the lead? (Max)
20 cars battling, fueled by speed
Round and round the track they go
They came to ask him for a least some new tracks
But only got confronted by the beast with two backs
Knock, Mouse is a made man
Villain laid it down
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
a sponge, knowledge, and wisdom I absorb fast
I'm in a class by myself, you do the math
God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give
ashes I dump them on ya homies Aye
I just want some cosamigos she gone Pour it for me yea
She run that shit up so fast she got it by Her lonely Aye
I
gastro, diktujem to Fidel Castro
Ponáhľal sa, ste pomalí, idem fast
Nechce strácať môj čas
Mňa tu pozná každý, nemusíme sa zoznamovať
Ty si desina, aj tak
(Yoz, what you tellin' me?) yeah
(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)
Ooh (Trap House Mob) too, too, too
Look (Grrr)
Bend her over, blow her back out
you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
I think it's time for us to break up, ba-by
We should of never ever been together
You tried
you're gonna see me walk so fast
Through the door, uh-huh
I think it's time for us to break up, ba-by
We should of never ever been together
You tried
Too much on my mind
I'll just pass on by
Girl I'm not your guy
Yeah
Losing patience
I got too much on my mind
Same way you don't look at me, then
a fast pass, claim they got the gas but all they
Spit's sitcom shit, all I hear is laugh tracks
Had a couple savages behind me like I'm Mad Max
I got too
pickup truck
She's ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack
A Hollywood looker in a John Deere cap
I go fast, she hollers faster
She's the first one up
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
Limped to his blanket 'neath the underpass
Lie there tasting his own blood on his tongue
Closed his eyes and listened to the cars
Rushin' by so fast
to his blanket 'neath the underpass
Lie there tasting his own blood on his tongue
Closed his eyes and listened to the cars rushin' by, so fast
telegram
Snoop Dogg told me that
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin' on this funky track
Bang ES, we givin' it up, got the bitches singin' the rest
We
Star Track.
(Paul Kantner)
If your head spins round try to see the ground if you can
My busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ran
My
they seem
Show time no time to relax
I can't even take a minute I can't get off track
Fast pace now I'm livin the life
But I can't explain this pain
I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers
Puttin in work
Gettin' Fast money
On the 15th and 1st
Fragrant bouquet
The finest fine pine
High times
Dope fiend tracks
And opium in nice smooth stacks
past flew by so fast it has been left behind
My future so unsure, it's yet to be defined
All I have is my now, now I'm in the nick of time
Killing time
don't reminisce
I ain't getting sentimental
They say good things come in pairs, me I think it's coincidental
We eating on the track, break the fast I'm
moving the gears as fast as I can
But if I'm 25 by the next time
Is you still a fan?
Left your tracks, running through my front door
When you rolled by every night at nine
And you're telling me you wanna fix what's broken, oh
Yet
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