「歌曲」capone-n-noreaga - Driver s Seat

Drivers Seat (LP版) - Capone-N-Noreaga
Killer B yeah
Rest in peace
I'm sayin son
Ain't no room in this game
For everybody you know
But uh we gon' do our thing baby
We gon' do our thing
Yo Iman T H U G
Something stunnin
Rappers get done in
I migrate Queens Jamaica
Brooklyn gets sunning
All feelings though
We all grow wit this buckle
I recognized life is a deal
Cards and a shuffle
Everything revolves around me
I couldn't see that
25 to Life and hip-hop
You got the feedback
Who need that
Hundred gram stashed up
In the cheese stack
We fo' black
Want more trip
We get that old back
And keep this world high
Yearly raw supply
These f**kin tracks
Have a ni**a feelin wide inside
Any bottle-tip high smokin
Lah in the rye
It's on you if you wanna
Take heed the hidden treasure
Recognize it's Iman T H U G
Wit Noreaga
Recognize that 2-5 shine'll last forever
Embedded in your mind
Like the seams in butter leathers
Butter leathers
Check it yo yo yo
I keep it real wit a ni**a
Keep it real wit me
I cut the hand off a ni**a
Tryin steal from me
2-5 be that bomb-diggy
Bomb you see
Black juice in the
Yukon driver's seat
I keep it real wit a ni**a
Keep it real wit me
I cut the hand off a ni**a
Tryin steal from me
2-5 be that bomb-diggy
Bomb you see
Black juice in the
Yukon driver's seat
I keep it real wit a b**ch
That keep it real wit me
Cut the hand off a chicken
Tryin steal from me
CNN be that bomb-diggy
Bomb you see
Now it's Nore now in the f**kin
Driver's seat
Yo I shoot rapid burn w**d
Inside a backwood
Iraq embassy need a straitjacket
Yo let's rachateer this
While most niggas'll fear this
Turn my sh*t down
Everytime they hear it
P-H-D me
Rapidly right in back of me
Tackle me
Them niggas make loot
But only half of me
My faculty
Blow holes in your Moschinos
And tuxedos
While all y'all niggas free-load
Reload
Explode on roll on fold on
Ghengis Khan
Dusk till dawn Art of War
Still time to score
Yo we kid we poly for
Yo Victoria's Secret b**ches
That suck d**k raw
The freak Rick James type
I got the long pipe
Kick doors in snake four-fours in
Yo escape the Nor-van
Swervin TV's inside Suburban
Iraq dishieke diamond cut pinky
Listen to Trag sh*t wit
Noyd and Chinky
Network like the internet
Wit Henny wet
Nine-oh be my set
So whatever be next
Nashiem
He laced this beat on some
East coast sh*t
I keep it real wit a b**ch
That keep it real wit me
Cut the hand off a chicken
Tryin steal from me
CNN be that bomb-diggy
Bomb you see
Now it's Nore now
In the f**kin driver's seat
We overdose this
High class wit one E-Class
Shorty came through
She iced out and dressed in blue
Said she move from Brooklyn
Reside in secion two
Know how we do out here ho
A two for square
Get high and disappear
Play the projects on super-low
Plus she feelin my style
Too Hot like Coolio
Plus her cooty though
Bangin just like the studio
From Iraq to Inglewood
It all good
From hood to hood
Regulate like a thug should
Yo we in too deep
Losin sleep and can't call it
The game is still fresh
Until the jake try to spoil it
Even people I was loyal wit
Give my life to
Be the first who turn around
And try to spike
Now they don't like you
Sendin ten dogs to bite you
I keep it real wit a ni**a
Keep it real wit me
I cut the hand off a ni**a tryin
Steal from me
2-5 be that bomb-diggy
Bomb you see
Black juice in the
Yukon driver's seat
I keep it real wit a ni**a
Keep it real wit me
I cut the hand off a ni**a
Tryin steal from me
2-5 be that bomb-diggy
Bomb you see
Black juice in the Yukon