Lyrics:
Calling all the red light runners who never stop
Calling all the poets out there with writer’s block
Calling all the drunks by the doors
Yeah i said it's Kid Ink baby
Turned to the max like TJ
Body tagged up like the bottom of the freeway
Game on lock
You niggas need to get a key made
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
nigga Slim Thug they mean what they do
Say the black one a slut but the red would cut too (too)
Give 'em number to the suite and tell 'em to fall through
Turn the beat up a little bit more in here, Bengineer, please!
I guess I'm doing this one by myself
If you can't just be good with being by
about it
Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it
I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue
But Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord
'Til I get my shit
that I feel alive
Is when I got you right by my side
Ever since I first saw those eyes
I knew I'd have the time of my life
We're feeling good Malibu red
that I feel alive
Is when I got you right by my side
Ever since I first saw those eyes
I knew I'd have the time of my life
We're feeling good Malibu red
tables
Hermes wool blanket wrapped around my ankles
Ronny Jordan After Hours
N I'm drowning in sounds
Looking for a freeway
Outta bounds
7 checks got
know I fuck whores outta habit
Who framed Cube, motherfuck Roger Rabbit!
'Cause I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back
By a black ass dirty
full-court press could never be broken my G
Had hoes warming benches for free talking bout 03
Stood bout 5’3 all-natural shit
Pass me by all the time, far side
They built a prison by the freeway
Just to rub it in
It's a gentle reminder
Of the wages of sin
The ones on the inside
Are being paid their
getting drunk, you smoke that weed until it turns you red and blue
But I'm just out here having fun, leave me alone and let me show what I can do
I'll call
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
to yours and not to mine
Committin' crimes racing freeways like it's COTA
And over and over
I think about the times
I would lay up by your side
On the sofas
bed
She'd say, "Faster, faster "The lights are turnin' red"
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane, yeah
and you were a little butterfly
I would be waiting at the garden gate until you came fluttering by
Maybe you'd stop on a red rose top and then we could talk
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
bed
She'd say, "Faster, faster "The lights are turnin' red"
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane, yeah
Luscious
Amusing myself
I hit the road once again
Red eyes
There's no disguise
I've just lit up my head
You wanna do it again like we did it before
The freeway's clear
Straight ahead
Top is down
Breeze through my hair
Ridin' with the boys
Through a coastal town
Pretty smile, heat through the air
Diamonds
By Jimmy D Ft Greg Roy
She loves the way they love me, love me
Taking off her top cuz its getting kinda hot
Money and power, its all about
told her I got keys to them hotel suites
And then she gave me room service like hotel sweets
At first the bed was made with a chocolate on the pillow
I
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