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2Pac

Pac's Life

2006

I feed my hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend. Now Come On!

Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl,

(Fww )

(Fww)

Yea yea yea yea yea
Keep all that shit
Keep all that shit



Walk in this bihh wit a rocket
Lets get this shit poppin
Backwood
Its

Convoy

C.W. McCall

C.W. McCall's Greatest Hits

1978

rolled up Interstate 44
Like a rocket-sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em settin' on the scales
By the time we hit that

love how she tellin me by bae
My home girl my wifey
Yeah this is the highway

I'm an intro intro intro vert
Call the play then put in work
Proud to say

wanna take a drive
Forget the highways
Backroads only
All by my lonely
The beats tryin to show me
Lyrics
A vision
A story
A mission
The purpose
I'm given

inside, nothin' I'm tryin' to find, I just want to take a drive. Forget the highways. Back roads only, all by my lonely, the beat's tryin' to show me,

a little steam
Because I find my self so busy
And I bottle everything

So
Out into the open
Here I go, time to roll
Cross the bridge and pass the city
Where

rolled up Interstate 44
Like a rocket-sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em settin' on the scales
By the time we hit that

by smirnoff 
And look how many champagne bottles I pop

But I don't even like drinks that are fizzy
But I drunk so much 
My head's done dizzy
Ay,

by smirnoff 
And look how many champagne bottles I pop

But I don't even like drinks that are fizzy
But I drunk so much 
My head's done dizzy
Ay,

to you the things that I would've given to you
You know I'm much better off when you're gone
won't be waiting around by the door
I've got that highway

feat. Mr. Lil One, Mr. Shadow

[Host:]
Tonight I'm standing on highway 666
Running pretends like the Cortez shipwreck

[Mr. Lil One]
Stimulated by

You need to upgrade 
Your piff is damn fake
Now get out of my damn way 

Yo it’s a Friday 
I’m tripping on the highway 
I’m really high mate 
I feel

Ol' English

Dion

Doctor's Advocate

2006

the corner of his 40-ounce bottle
On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette
Till one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death
He got murdered by

Ol' George Stopped Drinkin' Today

George Jones

Shine On

1983

Me and the bottle have always been friends
Oh, we've had a few ol' nasty fights but the bottle would always win
And when I go to answer that final

I've been riding around moving work all day
I feel like I'm on top of the world now
Got a girl by my side riding on the highway
I feel like I'm never

I've been writing all these songs
Making all this money often
Flyin' down the highway with the fog lights
Can't see nothin
Sippin' off this bottle

182 BPM, got me swerving up at 3 AM again
In the whip going 122 in the Benz with my friends (Yeah)
Atlantic Coast Highway but I don't know where it

throw it in the bag like paper or plastic
I'm barely sober
but never get too belligerent
Killin' bottle after bottle and all over are my fingerprints
When

Feel like I'm better off
By myself
You cross me
And got left
Really cross yourself
Up my height going up
Like a rocket ship
Hit the gas
On the car
Outta

chupacabras dead
I live in the States, born in Monterey
Got a gringa by my side
She can cook some frijoles
I cross the border and la migra said
'hey, come

remember, as the miles go passing by
But one thing I must never, never
Don't cross that center line
Don't cross that center line

There's a cold wind blowin

Save Yourself

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

KIll the ones that speak from a different life 
Brewin other killer noise makin the sentiment...
Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit

On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by