say, Fuck that dog, I get my own way Niggaz ain't believe me 'till they see me on t.v And seen K freely, gettin' head on the freeway Then passin' up Freeway
on my mind And nothin' really matters I've got to be on time Look in the view mirror Is he hot on my tracks Is he getting nearer I feel some heat is on my
: I just want to get a little more out of my payday Finally own a car that doesn't break down on the freeway A little vacation...ain't askin' very
draft yea I'm thinking I'm 7:30 yea I'm fly as a muthafucka Yea I'm thinking about buying my own Astrodome the Lew Hawk Dome, I'm thinking about putting my face on
Oh no, this is probably a parody I'm sure for someone, it's a fake story I can't wear any shoes but my own That's alright, since I can walk like that
: [First Verse] If it's on I'll kill my own like a Civil War This EBK, what the fuck should I be civil for? It's over, pour into my bullet tips Split
Yeah, yeah, yeah We all my Yeah C'mon, c'mon, uh To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uh To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say To all my bitches
) You can roll (You can roll) You can get rolled over My nigga we the frontline warriors Whoever wanna bring the noise, talkin' 'bout me and my boys Disrespected on
the freeway Cause I ain't touchin shit with my own hands So when them muthafuckas step up with that he-say And count my money when they push it off I
s cloned Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone You slipped your diisc when I slipped you my disc You wanted to diss but jumped on my dick
[Hook:] Gettin money on my own pace Tell me what you know about it Gettin head in the freeway Tell me what you know about it Gettin money in a bag Phone
't make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF Once again, niggaz know my style, GOD DAMMIT unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch
that Uh, get your gritz on Get your gritz on, boy get your gritz on Get your gritz on, get your gritz on Playboy get your gritz on
thousand cars on the freeway Co-signer by myself, under me one owner 800 Thousand in charity, to the Red Cross and blood donors Diamonds on my shoe soles
corn on the cob cap pillem make em sound Like a whore on the job with a mak in the back pak hittin em off. (bitch betta have my money, bitch where my
the hundred an', freeway I can't wait until the rain turn to sunshine 'Cause I hate to spend my life My life, my life, my life Duckin' one time, free
my drink up Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin that stink up It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker Makes me a, mathematician about my math