to the last car 'Til there ain't no cars left Enough cars go by with enough dust flyin' around to make you cry Back down and choke half-near to death
Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smtih whiter than the coke brush that they paint me with sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss but the devil red, tires
scrawny and always ornery 'Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin' on me And I might snap, one day just like that I decided to strike back and flatten every tire
I've informed you to leave 'Cause I can't afford to lose more sleep I get ill when I get tired So I'll try to rest if you'll stand guard Doo doo doo
this city on rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll It's just another Sunday, in a tired old street Police have got the choke
boots in oil he's patiently soaked The roadside attendant nervously jokes As the angel's tires, strokes his precious pavement Oh the interstate's choked
I give my most attention to my donkey Pay no mind to the sign that said, "Don't feed it" Even hold it when it's time to get funky Always tired after
Sick new position creator The mayor The double up bubble butt slayer(ah ha) Rock fat brown pipe layer The joker The butt poker The ass cheek checker The throat choking
GO GO GO..) I don't even need to be drunk forever, the liquor is rootin me on I turn tables fast as Jam Master Jay do I'm N.W.A., I choke hoes like Dre
doe doe with this 4 4 [Verse 1 - Webbie] It ain't no joke up in here, got so much smoke up in here That you'll prolly choke up in here, if you ain't
banned from TV N.O.R.E moving shut the fuck up [Nature] Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas
about blow gettin dough and straight warrin' with a meaner frontin in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Bima {Styles} lyin in the cut the gun is straight running like a tire
't fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was a motherfuckin, joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when he'd tell
behind me But when I turn around, they hard to find A little bit of weed and a little bit of greed Make a bitch wanna choke me till I bleed Now watch
this movie) This the real shit (Shut the fuck UP!!!!!) '98, its ours [Nature] Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking
to school but you don't see that We live but you don't see that This is how we know This is you'll see Young world baby We tired of goin' unnamed We tired
she was a rat And sold girl scout cookies lyin' flat on her back One day I was in the middle of some sucka duckin' Got tired of throwin' my hood up at
a rat and sold girl scout cookies lyin flat on her back one day i was in the middle of some sucka duckin got tired of throwin my hood up at this trick