Lyrics:
it's nuttin' else I'd rather do
Hop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle you
Your style get ate like italian steak
Then I get Red to sell you
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
stay
But he says he's got a busy day
And he'll call you tomorrow night
You make sure he's got your number right
He gives you money for a cab ride
the cold
Got on the stinking yellow cab, put the money through the hole
And she stared out the window, all the way down Fifth Avenue.
She went on all
Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit
A week later, sporting Gators, getting thrills
Our honies wearing Gucci high heels
She come to scoop me,
she touched my hand and said:
You know I just had this great idea
This could be very cool
Why don't we grab a cab to my hotel
And make believe
off
We'll catch a plane to New York, and a cab going down
Cross the bridges and tunnels, straight into town
Tomorrow morning we'll be miles away
breaking, looks like it's started raining
We'll catch a cab, and soon be driving home
No need to look so shy, don't even wonder why
You'll know the reason
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
At the King Of Denmark and the Fortune Of War
A handsome lad lay in a Hansom cab
Soon to be a stiff 'un on the slab
From a resurrectionist, medical
to snap jam
I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here
My net is from jet setters to cab fares
Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand
Ain't have
And I'll pay your cab
If you want to
Come on over
Drink my wine
Waste my candles
Waste my time
Tell me lies I won't believe
Just don't wake me when
left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
No more, sharin' I pain, sharin'I made
It's time to outslick niggas, ladies sharin' our game
Put it in
man, I'ma get that nigga, yo
It was a murder
Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin'
Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like "Fuck"
Niggas
her an' her four friends
But it was all the Outz, we dressed up as Martians
When I crack a brew, it's nuttin' else I'd rather do
Hop out a cab or two
name is Dr. Greenthumb
Out from the lab, no need for rehab
If I can't drive then call me a cab (ese!)
In my closet the weed is dried out
Like Eiht
Floating jets and big vignettes
Get the treatment, grab a cab
Set aside the screaming fish
Tell the world why you're so glad
Flip the switches, pull
streets
One old Sikh
In a powder blue cab
Is there an Indian name
For the love and trouble we had?
I was thinkin' of you last night
North
respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
But
morning
I have you in a cab by 9AM
So can I borrow that?
Ay girl can I borrow that? (Oh ooh-whoa)
Can I borrow that?
Won't you let a nigga hold that?
Can I
fame
Got hoes? Ho nigga, respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and chakras and beyond
Think about the hustle
my life is green harlem to Queens
Triborough bridge packed with cars
Trucks, vans and cabs
They got this new E-ZPass thing
Computer, taking over
love with the Hennessy every damn night
Hooked up with B, it's about to get right
It's going down like a fresh pair of panties
Cab looked better
It's rainin' on me
Watch the cab drive you away
I see the night bein' eatin' up
By just another day
I guess I'd better accept
That we just
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