Lyrics:
through to Vegas
Booked a suite at the Luxor
But we pulled off in Barstow
Don't know what the fuck for
I'm out smoking by the front door
Fighting these bugs
Chevrolet.
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Ride my Chevrolet.
I took the road down to Cinco
Through that red Brazos River land,
Done hit that freeway
didn't want to be mean about it
I couldn't think of one good thing to say.
[Chorus]
West L.A. fade away, west l.a. fade away
Big red light
of dead lushes
Bloodstains paint the plush carpet
Like red blushes
Door's open and close by themselves
Books fly off shelves, curtains catch fire
The house
love…
So here comes the rain
the flood that will take me
Down by the Desert of Eden I'll drown
So in love…
Driving in a big red car,
driving me
my process, yo.
I remember driving down the Sydney freeway
Wu-Tang blaring then Tech N9ne, thatʼs what we played
Two peas in a pod, pun by pun relay
Any Many Mini Mo
Dog, I'm a lion I might,
Catch a tiger by his toe
And I ain't lying
Nigga, if you balling let it show
Sexy ladies let us know
banks, wanna stack ?
Red like panini, eating steaks and zucchini
Wit' ya broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway
And I'm back, without leavin' I'm here, but you can't see him
I gave you
Feat. Jay-Z
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots
no more
Saw my teacher miss elaine at the grocery store
I waited by her car, she asked: "why aren't you in school? "
Put my gun up to her head
a band
He's a whole lot like you daddy you're gonna like him
He's a good man
At times lonley sneaks up on me
But I'm getting by
Yeah I know what you've
in 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
Eager for
a band
He's a whole lot like you daddy you're gonna like him
He's a good man
At times lonely sneaks up on me
But I'm getting by
Yeah I know what
We're all ridin' out like freaks on a freeway
Gatherin' strength to break out the right day
Seein' all the tropes of click-clack rat-a-tat
Smokin'
pounds up like gypsies
On that freeway like ricky
Rolling up twenties just like im snoop
Smoking like weezy up in the booth
Feeling like biggie just give
Sit back outside my head
Green light open road music awaits
Nothing on the freeway
When I decide to take a ride I leave let's go
Mile markers now lit
I'm chasing the spotlight
I'm done with the red lights
I'm cutting my jeans grew out my hair
And they say I won't make it
Got a chance ima take it
in the shark tank
Beef with us will make ya death sooner if it's far away
I'm a hard head, ballin hard as Timmy Hardaway
I live by that Art of War,
(summer's outside)
Summer's outside, so I'm somewhere outside
Probably in the freeway with the red lines
Posted with my slime
On flex with my three stripes
I see white
I see black
I see Italiano
On a plane to Milan
Leaving from Toronto
Stripper pole in the suite
We could have some fun hoe
But for me baby
sit there by the river
And listen to the freeway
Just sit and smoke and drink with all my crew (ohh)
Well now when I look back
Over blue skies and smoke
What's the opposite of satisfaction? You never had it
A sex addict there when you needed it
Now you're too distracted by the little things
Cars,
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