Lyrics:
on a minute before we go much further
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother
They catch a cab to his high rise apartment
At last he can tell her exactly what
could
Install satellite
Rascal Flattin'all night
King cab, bass tubes
Stop light, boom-boom
Five days, all week
Two jobs so he can
Bob that head
Every
Cause you know I'll only kick you out the door
Yea I'll pay your cab fare home
You can even use my best colonge
Just don't be here in the morning when
gonna do my best to dance with every girl in this bar
Before they shut it down
Then I'll pay my tab, climb in a cab
Hit another spot downtown
It's
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
And a two dollar grill
Got an '85 cab
On an '85 hill
*Hang on St. Christopher
On the passenger side
Open it up tonight
So the devil can ride
Hang on St.
This song was dedicated to Valeria M.
Meet me downtown on the corner.
I'll be waiting in a big yellow cab.
Don't bring a suitcase.
You won't need
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it's rainin' all over the world
Neon signs a flashin'
Taxi cabs and busses passin' through
in this cab
Is the only time I'm alive
[Chorus:]
I'm a prisoner of the highway
Driven on by my restless soul
Call me a prisoner of the highway
me daddy or a sweet loving wife
All you people have heard my story when I'm in my cab well I'm in my glory
Now it may be hard for some
Paris
There were locals and New Yorkers
And the Brazilian Navy
By mini-moke and scooters
In cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening
shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin' with us, that's a lie (yeah)
I got me a little cheese baby, so come and play
Daddy'll pay the cab, maybe stay for
every time you niggas flatline
Lot of bitches but I focus on my 'Fab Five'
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
Bitch ass nappy girl, you
the the the
The party and fun raps
Of Pigby Markam?, Marks Baby?
We can go back to the "Hi De
Hi De Ho" with Cab Calloway
We can go back to the
Radio disc jockey or jocko
'cause that's what I lack
And end up talking to strangers and find another plan
I end the night in the cab, head spinning, on my own
Watching pointless
work so hard
Such a melting pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God
Hail a gypsy cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
on while I pour)
The neighbors might think (Baby, it's bad out there)
Say, what's in this drink? (No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how
a knife You wanna rock that ice
I'm bad, magazines up the ass
Stolen yellow cab come squeeze on yo ass
He a flash, all black mask
Rapping ass nigga
Bitches shake it
When they break it down
Lemme break it down
I Broke it down,
To the smallest slab
Cause I'm so fat
I got the fiends calling cabs
I'm
She don't like it, catching cabs downtown
The noisy crowd, the people when the bar shuts down
And she don't like it when it rains, don't like
with fat asses
Lace Dutch masters, we dump ashes, on models and S Classes,
For you bastards, catch a cab to Manhattan,
With that Broadway actin', you
flashin'
Taxi cabs and buses passin' through the night
The distant moanin' of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain to the night
Rainy night in Georgia
an animal somebody call PETA
Put a little bit of this inside a margarita
Then put your thing in her have her running like a meter
On a cab in the city where
Back again in the back of this pasture
Sweatin' bad in the cab of this tractor
I oughta be worried about the rain
The last hundred rows could've been
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