Freeway Lyrics

Freeway Lyrics

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Lust For Kicks Lyrics
he's got his plastic sneakers She's got her Robuck purse He's got his butane flicker She's got it worse CHORUS They're crazy about each other Like a misplaced fix They're mad about each other They blame it all on the lust for kicks He's got his own dumb waiter She's reading one fell swoop He gets around to it later She fills the scoop

[Freeway]
Okay, I see where y'all goin
Okay, aight dude, you want me to fuck with that Free shit? Okay..
Yeah, I got you blazed...holla!
Uh! Yeah!
Nigga, the name is strong, it can mean ten things in one
This dedicated to my niggas that grind from ten to ten
In other words all day duck the cops cuz they wanna be free
Man, them gates is strong and when that nigga locked down and he can't get out
And he lose a couple pounds and his skin get pale
And he's sittin in his cell til his patience gone, you know
Freeway be feelin your pain, I got twelve homies doin the same
And if they had bail, homey, they'd be out
But they don't so they sittin for a minute
That's the price of the game when you in it
Your freedom get strippin away
These niggas came through my hood
Takin' It to the Top Lyrics
Now I'm the Fresh Prince, and if you got good sense You'll keep your distance, because my sole intent Is to rock and shock the spot and give my all, which is a lot And no, I'm not about to stop because I'm taking it to the top A whole lot of people rap, but what good is that If the rap that they're rapping is way off track? I don't mean to attack you, but I'm cutting no slack
with the nines
My man Black hit they wheel with the K, spun it around
Same day cops book em guess who send kites to em, nigga?
Free! That's right, Holdin em down nigga, the clique tight
Homer and Joe we get it down, open your mail
Read your letters, see a couple flicks of ya boyzie boyzies
Nigga, Freeway like Georgie Porgie, puddin pie kiss the girl
Fuck kiss, get orgies
One clip'll rock ya world, nigga calm ya bore beef
Shootin out with Free you gon' need a four leaf
But Freeway ain't all about the drama
I seen bullets come up out the lamas and go into melons
And leave niggas killas leakin like Aunt Jemima
Fuck what ya man think that nigga gone but he ain't Free
Gimme the kees, y'all niggas is bitchin
Package it up, I'm out with the breeze
In and out of lanes
Meet Ze Monsta Lyrics
See it coming at my head I'm not running I'm not scared Big black monsoon Take me with you I'm not jerking I won't hide Yeah, I'm ready Meet ze monsta tonight Big black monsoon Take me with you Ow! what a monsta What a night What a lover What a fight Big black monsoon Take me with you [whistle blow] Yes it's coming out of this world
until I get where I'm goin
That's how I got my name, mane, series and my man ain't free
You can get shot in your face
Not payin attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
That's how I got my change, fam
Ain't a damn thang free in this world but your boy got a mean plan
To get my team out the ghetto with my boys in stilettos til we rich man
I'mma play Joe Clark when it's hardly norm
Free! Whether the coupe on F or coupe on E
I can get ya chick on E
See through her dress, get the address
Give her the F, pass her to E
They say the best things in life are free, but I can't tell
I gotta pay for all the food that I take in
And gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhale
That's why I stick with my team, nigga, stick with my
Jesus Just Left Chicago Lyrics
(Billy F. Gibbons/Joe Michael Hill/Frank Lee Beard)Jesus left Chicago And he headed down to New Orleans Jesus left Chicago And he headed down to New Orleans Hey hey Workin' from one end to the other And all points in between Took a drive through Mississippi Muddy water turned to wine Took a drive through Mississippi Muddy water turned to wine Hey hey Went o
men
Y'all dudes freelance, play for any team
Don't stand for nothin then you fall for anything
Turn on your voice soon as you get any cheers
But it's cool, beat downs with bats and spiked chains are free
Gettin played and haters screamin my name ain't me
Gettin paid and changin the game is me
That's why I keep a gatt in the tuck
That rip through ya bean, y'all niggas mad cuz y'all ain't Free
Look, I focus and aim, listen to bull
One verse can fuck up the game
Kick in a door, icier chain
Clean up ya kids, hook up ya bulls but gotta work hard cuz it ain't free
Used to get work hard couldn't cook soft
My homey remain anonymous, looked up to D
And you guessed it we worked up the soft, tripled the reef
But the game's sold not told, it ain't free





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