Lyrics:
Slam!
Can't touch this, we rule it with a clenched fist,
On, top fuel with a death grip
Judged, by a weak little man with a pen in his hand
Know we walk by shootin' jam 2
If a dem alone, nobody nuh dead
If a we alone, everyday another marrow spread
Mr laing and bigga ford cyaa
Save yuh big
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
stop sign
Down South Harpeth Road
By the farm on the right
Everything with you
Never crossed my mind to slow down
I miss these old roads now
We was pedal
E no gats dey hard like that
Easy
D meek did it
Omo no be by luck
We made it on God
Omo no be by luck
We made it on God
Sa
Omo no be by luck
We made
girls in a hand-me-down Ford
Just married in that four by four
Made a little love then we made a little more
Nine months later county hospital cut that
ford
If you aint talkin money ion got the time for it
Collectin checks
Collectin checks
Like wu tang protect ya neck
Oh no I do not drink and drive but
flames like a Jaguar
Every morning spent smoking in the backyard
In the basement where we make the bass that probably shake ya
Carl Sagan wouldn’t have
what gives?
Always wanna cause you trouble
When I roll up
Don't you know who the F we is?
Gonna push you on up with the squad, build
But we eat you like
the nerve an he had the blood
And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee Stud
We drifted on down
Into no man's land
We crossed the river
Called the Rio
Chevy
She likes Ford
I'm automatic, shes a 4 on the floor
So who's to say what's wrong, what's right
So just do whatcha gotta do, cha' gotta do to get by
Yuh, yuh
Aye, aye, aye, aye
My voice lethal
Hoping it blows me up like a Ford Pinto
Throw in the chips, done playing games
Raising the stakes, I'm
a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno
kill or be killed in this life
Nigga
I was the one who went ran up a check
And I didn't go have to think twice
Nigga
If you want problem
We shake it lil
you gon' hunt me down
Please hunt me down bae
Back in the day like
We could get arranged by livin' our day lives
Then comes late night
She jus want me
a cold world, better pack a heat for the road
0.44 flying out of piece, going war
Cause he never had jack', now he meals by the colt
One, two, three into
act like we agree so we can end the exchange
What's meant for you is sent to you
But you could be the problem, it's not always them, my dude
Was she
and it don't stop, we movin' up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
Tryin' to hunt down the Brown Fox,
to stirrup and side by side
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy and we forded the flood
On the Tennessee mare and the Tennessee
Slam!
Can't touch this, we rule it with a clenched fist,
On, top fuel with a death grip
Judged, by a weak little man with a pen in his hand
don’t really know us shorty, we too live
I be smooth Billie D. with the Colt .45 (2x)
[Verse 2: Frank Knight]
So you a killer riding for the scrilla
like Joaquin Phoenix
Rise of the sun, the rap titan
We clash, see your life spiraling down, like Johnny Eunitas
Colt 45 drinker, say what up to raps
be mad!)
Seen a shorty she look real bad I shoot like Brandon Roy (Yea!)
If she start tripping then I throw that downfield like Colt McCoy (Like Colt
Really want a war
Find themselves ductaped in the Ford Explorer
Like "This ain't even car ford
How I end up in this?"
Walkin' on the ocean's floor
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