Lyrics:
Real quick brother, good to see you
Long live the Rocket, long live the Rocket
How'd y'all, how'd y'all pull it together?
How did we pull it
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
had to dance with devil
The Lord I pray my soul to take
If I should ever die before I wake
But see, right now I just wanna love and live
And show this
Listening, where are you, where are you now?
(Whipping it, butterfly, butterfly)
Where are you now?
Falcon, Falcon, Falcon
There's cops on the road (fuck
wanna be someone
Wanna love like it's the last one
Wanna see the roads aligning in starlight
I know that days gone by look better in hindsight
If all my
turning back now this shit on smash
Influenced by the reefer but
I'm still positively speaking
Heading down to New Orleans fuck
With Spitta for a weekend
Road man
Don't you want to ride with me
Hit the I-5 get high with me
Come and live life you have one chance
Woah man
Open your eyes and see
There's
Gotta have a big, bad bank account, not pity amounts
Bud by the pound, smoke a motherfuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib, all digital studio
And some
the WARLORD of the road,
Riding, riding, riding, ain't never growin old.
Take what I want and I go where I please
Got the world right by the balls. This
4th dimension
90 degrees to
5th dimension
Live all the lives you never lived all at once
And while you're at it don't forget to notice how they all go
"Oh well, out on the road, it's dark and it's cold"
Said my mother as she passed by
Well, you'll never stick it long enough
You're a fool to even try
And my thoughts are racing
Where do I go? What am I supposed to live on?
What happens when the twenty-five dollars is gone?
That leaves me lots
rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
And only five in, the belly of the beast
Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him
I don't know i'm somewhere on the road and
Putting my next shit out
5 alarm blaze, flame can't be put out
Addicted to getting paid
Change can't be
PeakTwelve on the beat by the way
Wake up yeah
5 o’clock somewhere pour the drink up yeah
This the kind of life I wanna live up yeah
Wake up, yeah
5
Ridin Paseo, not in the day though,
Cherish the day, but then roll out when the day go,
Ridin away yo pain and sorrow,
Live for today cause you might
encaged
Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things
For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin
That shit with the V-trim that win
and the enormous fields
and the dutch is somethin
What you niggaz sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT
are built upon hope
How we endure life how we can cope
Verse:
When I get closer to the end of my road
Im gonna live by my own code
We were’nt born,
booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, I'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, five
know i'm somewhere on the road and
Putting my next shit out
5 alarm blaze flame can't be put out
Addicted to getting paid change
Can't be without
Niggas
my mark on the Earth
Takin' my drugs in doses
My bitch by the pack
Came from the, came from the mud
First to put the hood on the jet
First to put
search for love our whole lives
I found a man who only wants to be alone
[Chorus]
Maybe down the road who knows?
You'll get it together
With
Nashville
Somewhere between I-5 and saying
Goodbye
cnd trading our dreams for living
Our lives
ct the end of the innocence
Girl, I've been missing you ever
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