She came over about 5 past 7, She was tall around 5?11, And I was high as a kite by then, She promised me everything, And she promised thick and thin
: [Obie Trice] We run this shit, fo-five on the hip Been ridin' for Shady.... [ Cashis ] Cashis 'n' O, Shady Records The dream team... [ Verse 1 ] [
a seven mile drive through in mcdonalds and pile drive you i've got the power to snap the driver out of his zeddy bower while he drives by it ninety miles
high, stay fly For the city Live good, Stay right For the city I'm from the city of angels Everybody gotta' drive, So the streets is dangerous For the city Drive
school But her father changed jobs And we cried together As her plane was flying away Well the phone never was enough For us to hold on to Now every mile that I drive
mile drive Sew my side with a dirty needle Keep your live on the prize alive Turn me out before you turn me in Got my hand on a ready blade Five more
: [Obie Trice:] We run this shit, fo-five on the hip Been ridin' for Shady.... [Cashis:] Cashis 'n' O, Shady Records The dream team... [Verse 1: Cashis
drive her loca We never ride far, packed five in a car Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah) And everywhere I drive I'm a star,
drive, baby can't drive Yeah, yeah Baby can't drive Baby can't drive Yeah, yeah, yeah Baby can't drive, baby can't drive I'm a million miles away,
, count to five And I will start my car for a ride Yeah, a hundred miles And I will be at speed satisfied Yeah, I'll miss my life Behind my driving wheel
A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet But I keep on moving, I keep moving down the
to know" Clap for the Wolfman, he gon' rate your record high Clap for the Wolfman, you gon' dig him till the day you die Seventy-five or eighty miles
little lost along the way I'm just around the corner to the light of day Well, I'm just around the corner to the light of day Been driving five hundred miles, got five
Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do' I represent honies with money fly guys with gems Drive with the tints that be thirty-five
had made it home alive She warned against his loss of sleep And driving fast in that old heap And that he had to be at work by five BJ the DJ, you'
E double R U N Twenty-five minutes past quiting time Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine Payin' no attention to them highway signs (Ninety mile
Keep my eye upon the road I got nothin' in common with any man Who's home every day at five All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
