Letras:
Freeway Still Got Love

vacation and I [Still Got Love] I got love from coast to coast, I got love all across the board for spittin sick rhymes. And I still toa-toast the most

the other one, L, we got antoher one "Mama Said Knock You Out", so I'm a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it

, you got me fiendin' body talken shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning now if ya wanna roll with me then here's ya chance doin 80 on tha freeway

, thank God I'm still livin Pack my nine til it's time to go to prison As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun Case some

I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em

Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got

my kids gonna see the light If I die young it's cause a nigga too high strung Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs And still niggas screaming

says that you deserve this and what kind of god would serve this? We will cure this dirty old disease if you've got the poison I've got the remedy

here clothes Shoot it in her nose Money fingling, and jingling toes Me and peep game, "I Got Pros" Cunt love cock, and cock love cunt I be feeling like