Lyrics:
Unplug your microphone and turn on your VCR
And watch this porno star
Leave your ass like gas
Stuck and fucked and mad
Rippin the doors off the hinges
cycle
We're cruisin' around
We're downtown cruisin' greasy haired
And loud me and mine go fast through the traffic
Doesn't take a whole lotta gas
Mine
house
Wit a gallon of gas to douse
Light a flame an flush 'em out
Every slug count
Miss an get your stripes took
Nigga this is real life wit real
Dempsey
You get laced without a trace just for takin up space
Bill Bill the bombville you still catch a Gas Face
For real
through push the gas a little faster
I'll turn your blue suit purple, bastard
Cause
I know you motherfucker
(Everywhere I turn)
I know you
advise you not to trip nigga and press your luck
Been trained for combat so nigga don't act
My guillotine is strapped GA on the map
My killers throwin
[Carcass cover]
Snorting the stench of latent effluvium
And maturing damp fumes
This foul menage forces tears to your eyes
As the corpse's gas are
Det som glimrar gjer ikkje fred for deg
Gern do ga deg hen, og slokka mangt
Eit begjær. Men, framleis drypp
Det om natta gull frå dine auge.
Frøya, od
[Chorus]
Down In Hollywood
Better hope that you don't run out of gas
Down In Hollywood
They'll drag you right out of your car and kick your ass
fall
Purchase the whole damn flat
My flag fuck those who harass like rap hog rats make tracks
One dispute and baby touch my cop unit
Gas mask
to trip nigga and press your luck
Been trained for combat so nigga don't act
My guillotine is strapped GA on the map
My killers throwin grenades point 8
Metal with gas
And the Poseurs are now laughing
as the Circle of Fads spins again
and now you dress like my old math teacher
Starling - I remember
All day so
They boge in do bo
When you call the name
Of they sing or they
I bmal bahl
Hope they leave
And fall again
Da da da da
Hail the ga
I know a girl named Renee from around the way
She like to do it all day sippin' Alizae
Brought her back, from Atlanta, GA
Posted up in the Bay she
twice and like started bootleggin
You know what I mean I needs the green to function
So I stepped to the BP and started pumpin
massive gas and the cash
the bay and in l.a
In new york, ny, chicago, and atlanta, g-a
We gives a fuck if you've got money and the millions
Cause motherfucker we've got posse in
I think that we're lost again
And this looks like the shitty side of town
We're running out of gas
And the sun is going
Down, down, down
Time
the sunglasses off my nose and told you
I don't ride around town with hoes but I can mold you
But only if you want me to, but don't gas me
You want me all over you
look-ah there
Across the street
There's a car made just for me
To own that car would be a luxury
But right now I can't afford the gas
A brand new
not with hoops
And while you shop for boots, I shop for coupes
Gas cats like Exxon with the Lex' on
Not a lot salute, I'm too hot for dude
Plus
Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH
Before reconsidering, this Hell with you
It ain't
You can never really run without remaining the same
The truth you carry with you is the gas for the flame
The fear of being alone
The fear,
dirt in my life
[SF] Come on nigga I got the gas money, plus I got this L
You gon' shit on me son? I just got outta jail
Yeah aight god but I
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