at Moria Way out of order, should be pulled over Pulled out garage, lost side-view mirror Credit card, final fantasy breaks the limit I just paid, just brakes
out when they see my carro shake shake Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake Hop that motherfucker till the AR's brake Front, back, side to side
hustle down If yous' a Jane user Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer With the laws standing on the roof Drop the flows in the
t fuck around You have the right to remain silent I plead the full 5th flip the script on the bitch and get violent And we high on Mary Jane amphetamines
to tell me stop, but all we know is gas No brakes so catch me on the crip side right up on the street, likes cannon on my hip side I'm G maggin and my
we mash on you fagots and make you change up your image Flip mode in this bitch, Ruff Ryders is with me You see we back on the block and yes, we runnin
, I'm workin' with fly clips We fifty deep and every nigga with me got they ice on Look, niggaz gottta brake your face like Roy Jones Crush your bones when it's on
, peeling on out I punch the gas, I hit the brakes I punch the gas, I hit the brakes I punch the gas, I hit the brakes I punch the gas, I hit the brakes
' got dusted) Dusted 'n' disgusted Let's let of some 203's on the other side of t-uh-town Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (Other side
but bomb or you funk wit us,off two hits your blastin. I cant believe it, im tweated for the gray goose nigga im fried, this side of the night to drive
on some other shit I'ma say this plain it's simple, nigga take this punishment I'ma take y'all on a trip, I'ma take y'all on a ride And one day I'll
pieces on the floor So don't come back for more The last time I saw you, you didn't see me From the sidewalk, south side of town I called your name
would have an accent to grind Punch drunk on patriotism, blind drunk on borderism Maybe I should drive And as I jumped to these conclusions He thumped his feet on the brakes
DO WHAT YOU DO FOR ME!!! (NICK CANNON) HEY GIRL I KNOW I SAID THAT IM NOT YOUR MAN/ BUT CANNON GOT PLANS TO BUT A ROCK ON YOUR HAND/ IM IN THE SAME
said, "I saw you Connie, now put it down" Just watch this, run over to the passenger side of that, that Monte Carlo And she sprayed tramp on the hood on
bone, you're on the wrong side of the road On the right side of Fred A collision coming on, you pray the brakes are gonna hold On the road with
the gold So strap on your seatbelt yo and let's go And get down, to the sound that burns quick 'Cause I'm about to burn rubber on this number And any
world on my side No break lights Feeling more than alive But it's so bright City shine on shine on tonight tonight I'm running through a stop sign Got the world on