Lyrics:
you drive me wild
Step by step, ooh, baby, you're always on my mind
Step by step, ooh, girl
I really think it's just a matter of time
Step by
Drink Kirschwasser from a shell
San Francisco show and tell
Well I should know by now
That it's just a spasm
Like a Sunday in T.J.
That it's cheap
If you drive around
Back in our old hometown
I wonder do you think of me
When you drive by a school
Do you remember two fools
I wonder do you
baby, it just might take me forever
Oh yeah
I don't know what you're doing the next year or two
But baby, if you got the time
I wanna drive out
bring the drinks
And I'll bring the posy
Side by side
He's always there when ya' need him
By side
One is lonely and two is boring
Think what
late
About an hour or two
Well that's alright I'm waiting here
Just waiting to hear from you
Don't pass me by don't make me cry
Don't make me blue
the events, 2pac
Now he’s notorious, you all know that Biggie had entendres
His lyrics were B.I.G., Los Angeles, California
March 9th, 1997, Wilshire, Boulevard
he don't trip 'cause I don't want to have to gat 'em
So move your body, baby, drive the homies crazy
The way you shake that ass, it always amaze me
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
maybe four
Don't need no id or an idea
Put the truck in reverse and drive Out of here
Pop her in drive and turn the
Four by four
And I haul ass in my 90
have you rite
Three four five six now we feelin nice
Let me stay the night, don't think I can drive
I'm too gone too gone too gone
[Verse 2:]
You walkin
be hitting switches
Calling 2Pac daddy
It ain't my fault that she's sprung on me
And ain't it fun I make her cum
Put her tongue on me
That's
Ridin' round thru the city
Puffin on something sticky
Debating 2Pac or Biggie
Questioning who is with me
El kreepy got me real iffy
Then reality hit
a queen
I don't know why, she brings me on
I don't know why, but she brings me on
Downtown drive by, a drink card in her hand
All night hustler
poor girl that way.
Don't brand a woman by what the public says.
Don't brand a woman, if she needs help, don't drive ‘er away.
‘Cause it may be your
and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Fine wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh
Tomorrow is Sunday
Now there's only one day left to go
'Til you walk by
Below my window
The weekends drive me mad
Holidays are oh too sad
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
pretend that I'm your boyfriend
I'll pour the drinks, so don't annoy me
Are you lonely?
'Cause I'll be gone 'til the next when the sun's up
Blame it
Drink Kirschwasser from a shell
San Francisco show and tell
Well I should know by now
That it's just a spasm
Like a Sunday in T.J.
That it's cheap
until we had done.
Let me pack you deep in my suitcase.
Oh, there's sure to be room for two
Or you can drive me to the airplane
But don't let me
drinks by the pool
Drive fast cars, new minks on my boo
Uh, one two la-di da-di
It took a lot of hard work to get this body
We be actin' dumb
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