Lyrics:
sha, sha sha sha
Sha sha sha
A cabbie pisses on the wheel of his own car
Heads hit the streets, turn cheeks at stars
There's always tears
There's
lowjack, these MC's is so whack
That now they gotta resort to stealin' my text
As I fixed on their position for my intercept mission
The cabbie was
light was feeble
Unreadable
I was optimistic though, a cabbie told me where to go
I thanked him
A face of white, a face of brown
Ah here a smile
to cheer
When my brother in law phones me, and the charges aren't reversed
When the cabbie don't want a bigger tip, I'll be slidin' home from first
So
"Messieur ou est le casino?"
He spoke to the cabbie and smiled
The driver replied "Vieux ou noveaux?"
As he motioned the dark man inside.
Business in
The city sounds like a symphony
A cabbie screams obscenities
The horns are honking jazz in the night
The street is lit like a Christmas tree
This
compact:
let some cabbie take the strain.
Take a shower. Take big espresso.
Take to the hills, and take a view.
Little black dress stretching over
Once my clothes where shabbie
Tailors called me cabbie
So I took a vow
Said this bummo bee bo borammo
Now I'm smooth and snappy
Now my
was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes, to Bel-Air"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo,
was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it, yo, holmes, to Bel-Air"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo,
Bow bells say goodbye to the last train
Over the river they all go again
Out into leafy nowhere hope someone
Waiting out there for them
Cabbie
the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left
Once my clothes were shabby
Tailors called me Cabbie
So I took a vow, said this bum'll be Beau Brummel
Now I'm smooth and snappy, now my tailor's happy
I don't mind working, 'cause I used to be jerking off most of my time in bars
I've been a cabbie and a stock clerk and a soda-fountain jock-jerk
the address
That they were forwarding her letters to
I just took it and returned to the cabbie and said
"I got one more fare for you"
And so we rolled
contractions started coming as soon as I fell asleep
Three oh five, like every five minutes, then the water broke
We on the go, yelling at the cabbie, cause
the address
That they were forwarding her letters to
I just took it and returned to the cabbie and said
"I got one more fare for you"
And so we rolled
still calls me letchky
When someone ask me to spit it, I'm nasty
Like a cabbie with cricket, I know it like the back of my hand
I actually did it If
I was recently rid of a man again
So I caught me a cab to see Flanagan
I told the cabbie "the alley in back"
I told myself coming would keep me
like Dr. Miami
Dead riding out, I'm sat in a cabbie one runner that was looking like a tramp in an alley
If man wants war, tell a man sure, like Luke
the London cabbie
Boy that yappa-chopper started
Thunder clapping
Nigga rah rah like a dungeon dragon
And a cra-cra if you think you capping
But my 'migos
funny
I lost my watch
I lost my clothes
And all of my money
Did I call my momma
Try to break into the mall
Did I even pay the cabbie
I don't know
and
Ah sleep wid the cabbie
Wasn't you like shaggy monеy
Making ah you hobby
Some gal life shabby yeah purе dutty baggy
You ah perfect smaddy gal you
Pussy
and
Ah sleep wid the cabbie
Wasn't you like shaggy monеy
Making ah you hobby
Some gal life shabby yeah purе dutty baggy
You ah perfect smaddy gal you
Pussy
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