Lyrics:
heard, you know me
"Can't stop, won't... Stop"
("She's never heard of me, wow! What a suprise!")
("I am your conscience! ") Aight look okay maybe you
slow you down
Never left their home town
But they say they've been around
Don't let 'em stop your drive
Never be a passenger in your own ride
Subject
oral tradition
Straight from the source nigga hip hop alive
To the tick tock you don't stop
To the ticky tick tock you don't quit
To the ti- tick tock
I'm rolling through Ladera in a Bimmer looking cleaner
Drinking on the blueberry Slurpee, eating that fajita
My passenger seat is occupied by
you fuckin' with me
I got my mind right, money right, life right, weight right
Can you see me cuttin' the beef like a steak knife?
Don't stay up late,
jeopardize my spiritual growth
Accomplished more by myself than in a group
Less known path, ended down South collaborated with Ro
(Uh!) Stop fuckin' with me I
Spaceship, this my new ride
Can’t tell when I zoom by (but I’m waving at you)
Hanging out the passenger side
No scrub, not a sideline (little baby
demons too many different personalities.
I don't know who to trust I don't know what to believe.
Lord I give you the key I take the passenger seat.
right?
Get me drunk and break my heart
Don't give me time to stop and actually think
Just take my hands and spin me round like a carousel
I'm in love
on life
Alright, muscles are sore, it's been hardcore
Drive to go home, stop by the corner store
Scan the barcode, mate bottles on the car floor
High
I'm in the passenger He in the driver
This ain't no pressure no need to check tires
Raise in the church so I singed in choir
Don't get it confused I'm
ME UP cND STOP THE BLOOD
HER McN IS HELPING TOO, HE'S CcLLED THE cMBULcNCE cND WITH SOME OTHERS
THEY McKING SURE THcT THE DRIVER DON'T RUN, I'M SO NUMB
blasting
So loud, you shut up and stop askin'
All these foolish fucking questions
I’m spontaneous and reckless
I don’t play it by the setlist
I keep playin'
I woke up in car at night, passenger side
With an invisible driver going 111 miles per hour down an empty highway
Except, it wasn't as empty as I
bitch, I get what I want and no i ain't ask him, look
I do this shit by my lonely, he do not owe me, i don't need nothing, look
Getting shit done in
a bitch I'm see through
Nobody got what we do
I'm number 1 like 3...2...
Don't hit me up, no need too
Go by myself, no me too's
I got the shit that make
It's 3, The hard way
Black Lambo, No passengers
Black Ski mask, Chain Saw Massacre
Kill fast with the Ak-four 7
(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection
Look what you're putting me through
You're putting me through
Then I see your car driving by my street
Who's that girl in your passenger seat
Yeah,
you're putting me through
You're putting me through
Then I see your car driving by my street
Who's that girl in your passenger seat
Yeah, yeah yeah
Tell
the blast
Put him in a bag, an wrap him up
It's all business
So when the picture come bouncin' off yo head
Don't take it personal
Money makin' needs no
When I grow up, I'ma be a superstar
Ah, ha, alright, baby
They don't know how it feels
(When you're out on your own, yeah)
(And you're lookin'
respect for the dinners
Stepped all on that grub no kisses or hugs
Drive by's that's us hanging out the window
Passenger side I'm scrubs
Passenger side, man
dismay
I got a car that makes everyone stop to stare
And yeah I love it, yeah it's cool, yeah I'll be fair
But I don't have anyone to share it
So it's like
to take her wedding band
Now everybody's in shock, and I'm walking past
the scared ass passengers with the nine millimeter cocked
Lookin' for who
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