Lyrics:
him so
He's a freak of nature
But we let him go
I got stopped by a lady cop
In my automobile
She said get out and spead your legs
And then she
Z
Check me out
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still (uh)
Better broad, better automobile (uh)
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mil'
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)
Ridin' on the City of New
Z
Check me out
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still (uh)
Better broad, better automobile (uh)
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mil'
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)
Ridin' on the City of New
represent money
This Verbal Intercourse, fueled by exhaust
The bread winner, head spinner, coldest with the force
No remorse, endorse the rap artist
So
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh I got you out
without a doubt, I got you out
(Lil' Bow Wow)
an automobile
That's got too many miles an' rust on its wheels
No love, love ain't like that
Love ain't that easy to define
You can't build it by design
It takes
Ol' Joe Bryson lived down a dirt road in the holler No use for no license and that automobile He got to town on his own two feet
Tough stained hands
Imagine myself in an automobile
A hundred miles an hour, only me at the wheel
I want it to shine, to be only mine
The engine has to be just one
"I gotta ask this question or I wouldn't be doing my job,
Would you care to comment on the rumor
That you arranged for an automobile to be
You got a house on top of a hill
And a powerful automobile
The windows up, the AC high
In a world of comfort speeding by
Stressed out in the latest
One day she decided she'd go for a ride (hey Bo Diddley)
With a pistol and a sword by her side (hey Bo Diddley)
She rolled right up to my front door
day she decided she'd go for a ride (hey Bo Diddley)
With a pistol and a sword by her side (hey Bo Diddley)
She rolled right up to my front door (hey
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
day she decided she'd go for a ride (hey Bo Diddley)
With a pistol and a sword by her side (hey Bo Diddley)
She rolled right up to my front door (hey
happened one day while I was driving to my home
I just happened to have my car radio on.
When I heard the jockey raving about a brand new smash
By a kid
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
One day she decided she'd go for a ride (hey Bo Diddley)
With a pistol and a sword by her side (hey Bo Diddley)
She rolled right up to my front door
like the love we had?
Does a day go by like a memory?
Do you ever try to remember me
In an automobile or a crowded bar?
Well, I hope you're
really has
I remember once I was in an automobile accident, and
When the car stopped turning over, it fell over on Lucille,
And it held it up off me,
that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
day she decided she'd go for a ride (hey Bo Diddley)
With a pistol and a sword by her side (hey Bo Diddley)
She rolled right up to my front door (hey
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