Lyrics:
LA, Sunset Boulevard, Pacific Highway
Out to the walk of stars now you in Cali
Don't go 'less you go hard
Go 'less you go hard
Hollywood,
I slide
Jumpin' like Dom in F7 yeah
Highway, Highway
Highway, Highway
Maintain no flaws yeah
Moving steady on the slope
Highway, Highway
Highway
own way
By turnin' a couple of jobs in some ladies backyard
I averaged about a dollar a day
I wake up early each morning
And before I started
all try
Give us a secret, show us the light,
Well, strike up the music, light up the sky.
Mmm-If I was a lion,
Well, I could be the king off all
Can't nobody get up in my car today
Back seat feeling like a charter plane
Bumping Silkk Da Shocker Charge It To The Game
Paint dripping like I'm
Driving down the highway
Wind in my hair
The sun is shining
Not a single care
Headed to a party
Gonna dance all night
With my friends by my side
It's
away
I thought I knew me yesterday
Whoever sings this song
Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond
Very pretty swimming round
Greetings on you kings in
it
Have a bye bye posers try to hang? Then we
Hang 'em by the collar
Silk, lannie, Rare Breed family
Stunting hard like a black circus, voila
Breed up
on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From
the road was a gypsy's ribbon
Looping the purple moor
Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching, marching
King George's men came marching
Up to the old
come on
(Crazy, what you gon' do?)
Lift up your head and keep moving, (keep moving) turn the mic up
(Haunt you)
Peace to fashion police, I wear my
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
And for hours you're just gentle on my
highway
In the black of night
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how
everyday the ghetto youths dead up
[Verse 1]
Mi ask the leader
Him a di arranger
Fi mek poor people surround by danger
Fly an the roach an giant
bag rolled up
And stashed behind your couch
It's knowin Im not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the heat stains that have dried up on some
or give up
Spit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept going I'm tryna be headstrong
But it feels like I slept on my neck wrong
'Cause you're moving onto
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like
Yeah three in the morning on the Westside highway, top down baby
Fuck y'all
The motivation for me is them telling me what I could not be
Oh well
Shout out to old Jews and old rules
New blacks with new stacks
I already been the king
Retro act, I'm just bringing it back like Jordan Packs
New
they wanna ride with me cause
Now I'm on the highway, the highway
I've been on this road too long
Now I'm on the highway, the highway
I've been on this
when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back roads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my
We took the highway till the road went black
We marked Truth Or Consequences on our map*
A voice drifted up from the radio
We saw the voice
scared of loot
Road with killas on the highway that would dare the troops
c walking testiment
I'm a man of proof
Like everybody wont freeze when the camera
(Oh) must be a reason why I'm
Making examples of you
It started in my mind
Not limited by where I'm at in my life
Only I can ever change it up
Kinda
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