Lyrics:
go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
Word to god doc throw more lines then
hoes affendin us
We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats by cars and ho stacks
Rap nigga puttin' out rock-n-roll tracks
Anything with wheels
Staten Island is where I'm at
Y'all amateurs act like hoes offendin us
We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
D. O. Same m. O., drive through
except for that peach
Coloured four wheel drive double decker blow job bus
Let's hear it for the queenie... She's no better than me or you
Except for those
The wheels on the bus go round and round
And so does my shank when
My hand starts swingin'
My lil' bro Sav lives up to his name
Get yucked on the mains
If my
Screwed Up Texas, didn't know my direction
Now I'm a state representative, been chose by election
Some said I wouldn't make it, but I'm still in the game
WILL
IT’S TOO HARD TOO HEAR!
DR. STONE
OUR CASE IS GONNA BE MOVED!
WILL
CAN I CALL YA BACK?
DR. STONE
CAN YOU BE HERE BY TWO?
WILL
Yeah, yeah,
on transfixed by the floor
Frosted ice that blocks the front door
Scrollin' through the playlist, found the right track
Bus flies by, time to take a step back
Run
swing, then a school bus,
Then a second hand Chevy and you're kickin' up dust
It happens so fast, just like that
[Chorus]
Oh the wheel keeps
Might Walk yo ass down with this new K and spray this bitch like mace
High-speed on a chase I got that wheel and made it to first base
Need to tie yo
by, in the whip, no lie
Didn't need no wheel cause the shit so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit
My air so thin need oxygen
I'm so
one shot
You lose the love and respect, that's where the trust stop
New work, top drop
I roll up every fifteen minutes like a bus stop
And you can
like a bus stop
And you can smell just how I'm smokin' when I burn out
And you can catch me ridin' dirty, but my car not
It's love and loyalty until
(Chew it up, chew it up)
Busta Bus' down somethin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Crucial Keys in the spot (pick it up, pick it up)
Flipmode squad, come
the fight starts
Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar
Get the wife and she could [Incomprehensible] light stars
She ain't stupid,
valley, where the wheels turn so low
At dawn I pray, to the Lord of my soul
I say do Lord, do right by me
I'm tired of being lonesome on'ry and mean
'Od
of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana
I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber
That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug
Money in my pocket
Now these bitches love me too
I use to miss the bus
Now the roof is missing too
I take the yellow brown
And the chocolate bitches
the ocean
Looping like a wave, same ol’ shit
Silhouettes of me in the mist
On the bus, nah I say we coasting
Water from the tap, it be potion
I’m something
of steel
Recreating high school grades by measuring our neighbours cage
Deep down I feel sick inside this wheel
Could you believe that misery has come from
window seat.
The bus wheels keep on turning
'till it's time for the backbeat.
So if you think this is glamorous
You better should think twice
'cause
ENRGY, man why you do that, man?
INTERNET THUGS
Finna get drunk as shit and hop behind the wheel and then murder somebody
Cops pulled me over, opened
Way back long time ago
When the first acting man took oath
And the conflicts of the world were cold
Was a yellow bus on a mountain road
A sports team
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