away I'll be everything I want, everything I wanted to be I'm outta my mind and outta your sight [x7] I'm outta my mind So I just drive It doesn't matter
savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid You pop off the top it’s like opening vats of acid Beat the Octamom to death with
people and my niggas up North The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts My squad comin through, chop off
verge] of them gettin’ brown Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide Yet cube, they can’t fuck with the
the guys right off their feet You’re like an angel at first glance Get every guy to join your dance But when you ask for more, for love, they just fuck off
to crack your enamel Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camel Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their
fuckin' with mines A nigga, God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with
rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive
Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon With
ditty started goin' through my head I believe it went a little somethin' like this: DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off
fuckin' whole team off the roster Starting lineup, Iron Lung, the funk docta Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs Don't fuck with
Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes Drive a SS M.C. with racing stripes Runnin' two P's of L.G., flip it twice Hang round with cats who bust
coast guard the west I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart [Yelawolf] I got no Jim Beam in the liver Getting head like clean clippers, with
with the cars she kept And "Such is life," she often said With one day leading her to the next You get a little closer to your death, which was fine with
crew You gotta actually to do Forget the drive in, driveby and drive through You've got to Get out the car Humble yourself Tilt your head back, and
take You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray That'd be the last mistake you ever make Me I chop his head off from a rooftop And race
