[Canibus] Yo.. the shottie rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin
slow class Bad enough we on welfare They tryin' to put me on the school bus With the space for the wheelchair I'm tryin' to get the car with the chromie wheels
done unfold let me come down with a wood Momo thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill house on the hill, got my mind on a mill on a mission tryin to get
Yeah, this is swollen members Come on, another battle axe banger Breakin' out the heat, showin' you what's really goin' on Come on Don't stop Make it
ex-guys If you get drunk don't worry I'm gonna let my sex drive I'll keep my hands on the wheel If you put them in reverse Put on you safety belt I'll
ooooo and lean is in my kizzup kizzup uh uh and i blow bifs till its stizz up stizz up uh uh party on the yachet or we can party on the island party went
jump jump So chicky chicky freak if ya wanna be down Step on up, ah...and kiss the clown Kiss the clown Stop the bus Violent J comes out Barrels
has got the dogbeats Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah Bow-wow-wow Yipy-yo Yipy-yeah (4x) Street lights glearin off the windshield Mear coke crackers on the general wheel
the project hallway Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway What y'all thinkin' about? Tour bus painted neon green with black wheels We do big wheels
trooper we super we dooper Watch it when we loop or make the left burn out And watch the club turn out I keep it raw on tour, feet stay on the floor
jelly With pickles from the deli Black shoe polish on your glass table I'm ready and able Going on the roof when the pay-per-view fight come on Click
the yellow bus rider mayn shawn t the real king of slaps mayn yall better act like yall know who his is mayn [chyeah`] let me give you a 101 on how
hoe Pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla tryin' to get up out of a trunk hoe Continue strikin' it, hope you likin' it They'll be makin' nasties at the bus
Bob drives taxis when the meter runs Bobby hears the music when it's done He hears the voices He hears the voices Wheels on rain, lightning from the
weight for him What really did I escape from? Thought I saw Goda??s face on the design on my vintage Claiborne Swear I see em every day in the bus or
a bus load of deadheads The long stretch of highway they're on Is their only common thread There they go making the world go round Got their hands on the wheel
this funk tell the Dj turn it up purple stuff got it stirrin in my cup while ho*es i get around like the wheels on the bus im'a true player original
Montana passes by in a flash Then a lady in a bright orange dress One u-haul trailer a truck with no wheels The tenth avenue bus goin' west The dogs