Ray Jefferson Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts With every different saws, screwdrivers, and automatics
gas Mama let me through your door Talking about love Talking about love Talking about Dig my heavy metal Underneath your hood Baby I can work all night
paid (Yeah?) Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?) With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?) Bundles of dope and ounces and shit We drive
, take it how you wanna, bring it how you feel My niggas is conscienceless and we kill or be killed Fuck doin' drive-bys man we do a pull up The nigga on the passenger side automatically
Come on We back baby Swishahouse, T.F. Mr. Lee, P. Wall I got the screw tape playin' in the deck so I drive slowly (Slow) Got them swangers pokin', yeah
we cocaine gram sellers Ballin' gettin' high throwin' dolla's from the sky Big refer cloud got in storming inside Foreign outside I'm usually foreign when I drive
be giving up the pussy left and right I could've fucked that hoe last night Rolling down the block, I be the mack and playa of the set Fourty-five automatic
Your bitch ass'll get bodied and buried By the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary Give me a mob Let me champ one Steadily handsome Black and like temper tantrums Spitting like automatic
the mcdonalds drive through, so i pulled up to his bumper and unloaded my dumper he had, his bitch and his baby in the car but i didn't give a fuck, automatically
on top Taught you to dance and you told me to stop Get on the freeway at two hundred and five That's not the limit when you're learning to drive I always
All night tryna get this money I just cant figure it out Why you took my nigga from me We out here huggin the block All night tryna get this money
2 dusk Ride for us Cleveland die for us Ride for us Shreveport die for us Verse 2: [yukmouth] Ride for us, die for us With a .45 I drive and bust Hide
wit a driver Keep the Uzi click switched on saliva Neither you or crew that you pumpin wanna see the Big Dogg about nuttin Flow-a-matic automatic nigga
, dodgin' slugs, takin' slugs Driving stolen automobiles, skills fantastical Living life on the edge it's dramatic, mad drama I'm a fanatic, adrenalin addict Getaway car, stick shift or automatic
is that visionary sight Before my eyes So prominent So mesmorizing turbulent You've got a hold on me Your ingenuity Seems to be driving me down on my
is the source To the force I bring forth causes havocs, sparks bloody riots Seven days and seven nights of blue street fights Like boo took all the shells from automatics
the blocks got hot And got raided by the cops I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain His whole life remains inside a bottle of night train Another
moves, call me the mayor Monday night you know things change with time Magic City back lookin' like eighty-nine All my homies on the southside up in the Ritz Tuesday night