Lyrics:
of contraband
Bus stop with it
Cause i'm trying to sell a bag
If i ain't on the mic with it
I do my shit I get by
Ducking drive by
Namanjinja same time
Hustle
If the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
And if the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long
Yeah
Well I did woke up this mornin'
And I looks out my door-oor
Hey, I could tell my milkcow
I could tell by the way she lows
So if you see...
And I looks out my door-oor
Hey, I could tell my milkcow
I could tell by the way she lows
So if you see... my milk cow
Well drive, drive, help her
Yeah
Well I did woke up this mornin'
And I looks out my door-oor
Hey, I could tell my milkcow
I could tell by the way she lows
So if you see...
an afternoon drive
I go by your house again to see what you're doing
Nothing too crazy, just a quick viewing
I see you through your window
Oh, your fucking
I'm talking 4k literally
Like we frequently drive for Lil' Steve you know that
I'm talking throwback
Cause I only got 3 full years in this shit
Know
Meeting her mother there
These clothes are all i need to change us
To keep us apart
cs i drive to steve's
With such stupid advice
cnd i learned by changing
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
Top notch whips that's
What I drive
24 inches rims and tires
Hatin' ass niggas can't believe they eyes
They starin' me down, and I don't know why
make one call and you know that I'll slide
And we could do a drive by, cause them niggas they hide
I just wanna see y'all fucking face, many nights I
confessin
"Yo, I murdered Steve Austin," now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India, smoke hashish with
DRIVE
Steve England
BMI
You see me here, I'm all alone
Without a friend, without a home
You turn your head, look away and pass me by.
You say
Yo I fuck with this beat so heavy
That shit just hit your chest like
Like ba ba ba
Uh
Yeah
Got me looking
Both ways on this drive to them better days
bloodshot eyes
Each jerk we kill, our hearts grows colder
I could shoot all day, doesn't hurt my shoulder
I drive all the time, it's no big deal
Open
left the pistol in the house and I let's my bitch drive
Twenty dis-change I goes to this five
No it's not the solid treatment I let's the bitch vibe
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
high
She show me how to run it
How to shut down shop
When the feds drive by
She taught me how stay alive after swallowing rocks
She said this how we
Hard rockin' dreams racing like Steve McQueen, this ride is the best I've ever seen
She's a mean machine, dressed in racing green, white stripes,
would die or fall over and croak
Get hit by a car or drive into a wall
I'm just super thankful I'm not like them at all
Is this where they want to be,
As I drive to this church, to see your face one more time
Wishing that I really had Steve's eyes, I can't stand to see you laid up
Com on cuzzo stand up,
employed'
A mechanic, a scholar and a solider boy
And Pete learnt to drive tanks
While Steve fixed cars and motorbikes
I studied for exams
The second desert
Ayo I paid my dues for the local scene to accept me
By showing these types of skills that no ones seen til they met me
Picking up chicks in twos I'm
whats next
Take The hotel shuttle
Down to Inglewood
I wonder what will happen
Here in Pollywood
Never getting sleep.
In the van by 5
Jake's gone drive us
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