Lyrics:
to brawl
But you don't wonna test my G's
You don't wonna stress or press my G's
Really Dog non of ya'll Impress my G's
We ride until the wheels fall off
the trampoline
cnd who am I: a tortured soul
Or just a drama queen?
My wheel is turning fast
I'm not going to last
cnd every minute of my life
Is tainted by my
a grown man fast to react?
Well I do when I'm feelin up and runnin' up their stats
Take a weight of every life we live
And get snubbed by the ones who
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Yeah
When the view changed never thought it change you
You was suppose to ride till the wheels fall off when they went then you went too
thing
Babe just one more thing
I would never think
Who knew there’d be love and
I’d find everything I want
In this parking garage
Set these wheels in
said I got the one for you, follow me
Ooh, it's too real
Chromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield
Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels
Eight
(Who, who, who, wah', who?)
You know dem man deh'?
I don’t know dem man deh'
(Who, who, who, wah', who?)
You know dem man deh? (Who?)
Nobody got all
See the words appear on the wall
There for every man who's standing tall
This water's pure, the well is so deep
The only treasure that a man can keep
big wheels
Mamis in them six inch heels
And to my haters who will never know how this shit feels
This shit get real, yo, uh
This for my niggas
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
(Ay i'm the one who's goin dummy)
Bit swerve
Makin' me nervous
Bitch, swerve
Make, nerves
Bitch, swerve
Makin me nervous
Driving Round At Night
You are now tuned into Read the room radio
Brought to you in part by the POC everywhere
Wheels look like the kush kingdom we ruled
All black nigga
Up on the Block, dropping the top, all day,
We never stop, we never stop, no way,
We steady keep on riding till the wheels gon' fall off,
We gotta
18 wheels a late start
Blaring the radio
Trying to make it on time
Listenin' to David Allan coe
I came up on a truck
That I Just had to outrun
When I
Written by Bobby Turner and Jeff Hunter ⓒ2022
Bobby Turner
Lead Vocals and Background Vocals
Words Melody and Music
Keyboards
Alto Sax
Drums
Jeff
Every day it's like my wheels turnin' Gas low but I'm still burnin
Green long so I'm still thumbin' Man, I'm just smokin' tryna feel somethin
Every
Boy Of City!.
(Intro)
"Who's that crazy guy on the road?"
"He's going to hit" .
I don't care.
I'm dangerous to them.
I want to be hers.
"It's crazy
Yeah, and this one right here is dedicated to all the road warriors
To everybody who got to go out on the road every year to make they money
can see the wheels turning in your brain
Hidden by tired eyes
You've been hurt like me
Chasing rainbows and counting on stars
I'm captivated by
his song tonight (Tonight)
Yeah DJ Jimmy Jatt on the wheels of steel
And you already know who got the mass appeal
She says she see me around
Doing my
would ask, "Who's the gal in a little pink Mack?"
Everybody calls me the girl in a little pink Mack
The bumpers of chrome and so are the wheels
Cool and Dre
Back on the motherfuckin' Westside
L.A.X niggas, yeah
Y'all know who the fuck I am
I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird, I swear
Disappear
Who am I, oh they wanna know who's that guy (who's that)
Who am I, wait, who's that looking real nice (they wanna know)
Who am I, oh they wanna know
To hearts that need relief
The nighttime hears the wheels rush by
While lovers are fast asleep
Here's to Buddy and to Chuck and Carl and the Killer Who
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