So I'm riding factory without the leather inside Half of y'all ain't got a car to put leather inside Plus, the smaller the rim, the better the ride! Suckers
me reminiscing on them good times I'm turning off a real live drive and that's right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's ride Back in the day
there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down 8th Street
crunch time In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you's Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
girls like street guys Skated straight past college baby street wise Don't let this rap thang fool ya I got street ties I said a street life baby my own life street
electric blue with the electric top just gives me a rush yea a electric shock n that mothafucker creepin got the navy seats cause i be riding downtown
They want it, I got it, damn right I'ma flaunt it Do anything you want, just don't get up on it Them O.G.'s raised, you know them streets made me Equipped
back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player
a mitt L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street
you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs Jumped into your ride
hit you with freestyle High tech selections from the vaults of the ice files Kick back relax and watch as I melt wax Don't ever let a brother like me Ride
gangsta guerrilla *** Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side? Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues
I said come on (Pusha T verse 3) I 3D it, if I say it you can see it No red and blue lenses needed The red, white, and blues in the chains makes
the life I wouldn't have it any other way Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die Makes me cry some days Lawless, riding backwards on a one way The
Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand Watchin' flies and children on the street And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when
It's been a while since I've seen your face Been a while since I've walked this place I see the monkeys riding on their bikes Racing through the impossible
