, hate, envy but cake will do One time checking out the Range Rover Woop, woop, woop, aw shit they pulled me over What tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo? Speed limit 30
I'm gettin' my kicks dirty, I'm blowin' my mid-30's Niggaz they want me buried but, I'm in no hurry Bullets flyin' in flurries, my gat don't work But
me, i'm randomly sockin' fans and when my interviews in hockey masks, slap the journalists on they ass i'm high off speed, drivin' my car at high speed
blender Have it rock hard plus white as december I switch up my raps yo I never go the same way Plus I get a different prepaid every 30 days So if I
drop me, I'm randomly socking fans During my interviews, hocky masks, left the journalists on her ass I'm high off Speed, driving my car at high speed
when the Source set it down, I'm inna service to cop the kind of verses that average emcees will worship (Redman) My style is milk of magnesia, clutch the 5-speed
from the UPT When I ask Hot Girls, What it do They say do it to me I'm official anywhere on the globe I could travel around the world in 30 days with 30
run, When the source set it down, I'm inner serviced To cop the kind of verses that average emcees seem to worship (redman) My style is milking magnesia, clutch divide speeding
hell!!! His ballistically vented hunter loathing Had caused a situation quite foreboding He ran... He ran... He blazed through the bush with the speed
stop ever gonna show Never gonna be what I said before coming Down to my toes from New York Days after days years after years Dream from my eyes
'm losing you, tell me then I'll double back But keep in mind, at the time 'Keep It Real' was the phrase Silly once said, now, but those were the days
drop me, I'm randomly sockin' fans And when my interviews in hockey masks, Slap the journalists on they ass I'm high off speed, Drivin' my car at high speed
old fish eyed fool Chorus [Nelly] One time out in the Range Rover (WOOP WOOP, WOOP!) Aww shit they pulled me over What tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo? Speed limit 30
Apathy] I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4 But the IV that leads to the funeral floor Wax gets melted; breaks bones, fractures pelvics Speeds
Time can fly and days go by It speed we can't controll It's been 30 years of city life And now we're growing old There's nothing more we needed for
(feat. AMG & The Game) [9 second intro to start] [DJ Quik] I'm gettin my kicks dirty, I'm blowin my mid-30's Niggaz they want me buried but, I'm in
[Talking:] Yeah Look at you mayne Still on that same thang you was on back in the days mayne I about to beleive in them lies no more mayne You need to
seconds take minutes minutes take hours Put venom in veins when I'm in brains witness the pain Adrenaline gain, speed so quick I'm dodging rain rough
