Lyrics:
niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain
Champion gear that I rock, you get
Jekyll and Hyde going on inside
When I'm your automobile
And let me be your car for awhile child
Shift me into gear and I'll be there
Fill me up
Oney standin' over me
Today when that whistle blows
I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire
The superintendent just dropped by and said
They'd
a speed zone ahead alright I don't see a cop in sight
Six days on the road and I'm a gonna make it home tonight
I got ten forward gears and my George
When he come home, his politickin' done
Why, the big western march had just begun
So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun
An' lit out a-grinnin'
to make sweet love to you
Well, I came to a hill and the truck looked down
Throwed in low and she's huggin' the ground
Scratchin' gears but I'm goin'
seen
I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer
When I get rubber in all four gears
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
Six o'clock on Friday evening
Momma doesn' t know she's leaving
'Til she hears the screen door slamming
Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming
up a hillside, Bill drops her down a gear
And the engine sings so sweetly 'tis music to my ear
I tell him how I long to be just like him if I can
He never hit the brakes when he was shifting gears
Mama was a looker
Lord, how she shined
Papa was a good'n
But the jealous kind
Papa loved Mama
the dough you lose in them poker games downtown
(I figured you'd mention that smart aleck)
Yeah and that brand new boat and that fishin' gear
But no uhhuh I
around, no hesitation
Cursed the law for ruinin' the nation
Waved goodbye to the boy at the station
But she wouldn't go into gear
He said, it sounds like
This old road has taken its toll
I've been broke down but now I'm back on a roll
Got it in gear, sittin' on go
Just waiting on the light to change
Dancing even on the top
Bicycling at high gear
Final sprint at the finish
Flat tire on the paving-stones
The bicycle is repaired quickly
The peloton is
crawling around
Here it comes
Eleven o'clock
Where can we go now?
Can't make no noise
Can't get no gear
Can't make no money
Can't get outta here
shampooed my hair
Eric was fly, shit, I used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Yeah it's goin past fast, let's move along
Kitchen
bundle up and go
Well, ya high pile o' women
Sho' gotta bundle up and go
May be old, may be gray
You ain't too old just to shift them gears
You
kid'll be loyal
I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear
Then it's just enough for re-up again
I see myself in his eyes, I
caused me to mourn
You caused me to leave my home
My father was an engineer
Died a mile out of town
His head was found in the driving gear
But his body
Zulu man is feelin' blue
Gear his heart beat a little tattoo
Diga diga doo diga doo doo
Diga diga doo diga doo
You love me and I love you
the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing
I hid in the clouded
to save his soul?
Oh, Lucky's been drivin' a long, long time
And now he's stuck on top of the hill.
With twelve forward gears, it's been a long hard
mode but my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear 'cause it's evident and clear
That I will
out, I don't have jack to wear
You know I gots to look dipped in the fresh new gear
Cool I found something so I ironed it
I then got caught up
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