Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
Can you feel me baby?
Yeah, yeah
Can you feel me?
[Timbaland]
Jimmy D turn my scale up
Give me that boom da boom whaeeeeeeerrrrr
It's
Never feeling insignificant, I can make a difference
You need an example, use this as a for instance
Put your mouth on pause, put your brain in gear
On Deadman's Curve I used to shut 'em down,
I had the hottest muscle car in my hometown
I could burn rubber in all four gears,
But I haven't
my lond clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up and down
Make the bumper drag the ground on the 'Shaw
Every Sunday night just to clown
yeah)
That's why I try to keep the grass cut
So I can see 'em when they comin' then I heat they ass up
'Cause' them niggas that you went to school
You got my motor running
Slide me into gear
You don't need directions
We're not driving far from here
I'm out here waiting for someone just like
Put it into gear we've got a long way to go
You can play your Dylan
When we have to take it slow
And every time you lose your mind
From driving
He put the gun in my hand
I took my hand and put the gun in my pants
I took my pants and pull them up on my ass
Got the cash outta my pocket
Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born
Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn
Up that ass, when I
self respect, your manly pride
Get yourself in gear
Keep your stride
Never mind your fears
Brighter days will soon be here
Take it from me,
Yo, up in my mixed drink session, heaven got a ghetto
In orange and tango, eyes red low and mellow
My squint look Tokyo, movin' ill slow
My toned
This is how we ride, see me, smoking that seaweed
why'all gonna see me today
Fuck that, when we come through just crowd
Crowd up around why'all listen
on the wall, feeling niggas up like they faggots
Hit you where it hurt, kick in ya door
You on the floor, they up ya wifey skirt lookin for raw
What is it
Paranoia, neighborhood destroyer
Half a key on the livin' room table, and from city to city I'm able
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my mexican friends got the gear
iz bond
We be chillin' to the break of dawn
And it's on
Woke up this morning
Chillin' on my head
Didn't want to wake my man
So instead I
Halloway and (Silkk the Shocker) Chorus
Everybody wants to be a mobb figga
It takes more than soldier gear, to be a soldier, nigga
Boy you ain't
don't ask why
Let's get in gear forget about your fears
Get Biz-e with the lovin boy
Get Biz-e with the lovin boy
Get biz-e
Get Biz-e with the lovin boy
OK?
Can't you see?
This is the Truman show baby
Cause when they fight who dies is you
Oh what if you unscrew me
We've got the same gears and same
Down on the pavement the laws are learned
It's so hard to get warm where
It's so easy to get burned
When a sister called up
And said that love had
Back in the day,
Growing up in Hollis Queens New York,
I used to play in the day til the day got dark,
And everyone around me knew everybody else,
ran.
You asked me up here
You said it was "gear"
So Liverpool but
We never understood the slang
We couldn't sing it like they sang
But that was
In the beginning
Out of nowhere
We had a dream
And Now It's Helloween
Speed up to a higher limit
Change gear, we're losin' our spirit
We
for turning
We've got violence on the picket lines
And police in their riot gear
Let's go little darlin', nothin' ever happens down here.
Let's take
Up wi' the carls o' Dysart,
And the lads o' Buckhaven,
And the kimmers o' Largo,
And the lasses o' Leven.
Chorus.-Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro',
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