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niggas round me
That’s why I keep it grinding like a skate park
Niggas wanna party I don’t take part
I can’t let no fuck niggas round me
It gets hard for

Girl on the run
She's got nowhere to go to
She ain't got no money
She ain't got any food
She drifts about in London
Attracted by the lights
She knows

Girl me and you we take a trip out to the park
See a bit of pesky animals maybe an aardvark
Girl I ain't no Superman I ain't no Clark Kent
But baby

(Gotta use my left to get in them pants)
Quarter sack, I palm trees (I'm only here for the bankroll)
Light up by the palm trees (No time for the fake hoes)

hold me down,keep it solid
Keep your pussy in park, ion need no new mileage
Her last nigga was broke
She never seen a hundred thousand
Let me ask you

the bitch these hoes come a Dime a Dozen
I need dimes on top of dimes and paper by the hundreds oh Lord
I’m on J Road cruising
That’s right by the PD so I

have on my mind
It runs on like a black snake with no place to hide
'Cause the rest of the country was shrouded by snow
The road wound up

A Little Gasoline

Terri Clark

Fearless

2000

to the test
Pushing myself and this old machine
Burning fumes and what's left of my dreams
Let 'em go 'cause I don't need no strings
Just give me a road

Stayed in the park, wit' no niggaz wit' em and no nine
And them in no time, older nigga from behind
Swung a baseball bat, left his face all crack
Told him

your eyes on the road
It's the lessons that I've learned from my big mama
She said keep your eyes on the road
I guess you figured it out by now that I

seent them pussy niggas park over in that jeep right there
Like, you go left and I go right, when the time come, nigga just meet me there
I ain't seent no

Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal

sipping White Claw.
I wanted to get in the game, but then I left, like Southpaw. 
We was just some Totos. Yellow brick road was the dog park.
Now I make

Sittin’ on a park bench, on a Sunday afternoon
At a restaurant in town, tapas for two
Or on a road-trip in the car, to a little seaside town
I liked

of racketeering, and a few gun specs
Cause if I left my house then my fuckin' gun left
Cause if I left the house then my fuckin' gun left

Took a road trip from

Alone in Vegas

Pusha T

Fear of God II: Let Us Pray

2011

motherfucking Gorgeous
As the gull wing doors lift
Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with
Sunk leather seats

some change
Like driving with road rage
No I'm manic
I cant even stand it
Rolling in the static
Jokes flashes
I'm crashing
And all I hear is the laughing

picked up by the homies down at grove park
Four niggas in the car
Seated in the middle
Steamy windows
I can feel my heart
Looking to the left
See a brother

distracted
Cuz a bad girl walked by
With high heels and a hand bag
What a pleasure
Don't need to get it because I got it
Cold as the Rocky Road my grandfather

Coming of the Roads

Kathy Mattea

Coal

2008

Now that our mountain is growing
With people hungry for wealth
How come it's you that's a going
And I'm left all alone by myself?

We used

Boyz-N-The-Hood

Eazy-E

N.W.A and the Posse

1987

Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'

Heading straight on in to the afterlife
I'm leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap
Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no

soul
But I'm just a fool that's lost all control
Dancing but I left it all out on the floor
Moving like I'm all uncomposed too close
What's happens when

I lobotomized my right mind
And I get by on the left side
I lobotomized my right mind
And I get by on the left side
I lobotomized my right mind
And I