probation or parole? I tell 'em fuck, no Tell me Mister Officer, what's the problem? What's the matter? Why you gotta treat us like scum? Is it that a nigga's
For now I'm out'chea, you ain't seen the FUCK YOU on my do'mat? You read my license plate, mad motherfucker So you know the driver is a bad motherfucker
drive you crazy Give me the keys, I'll drive you out of your mind Give me those keys and I'll drive you crazy Let me drive yours, I'll let you drive
mid-twenties Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet The last call on his mobile phone was back to home Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was
're a love guy Glocks we tote 'em in belong pawn shops where we resold 'em And going in we let the fiends hold 'em Fake aliases, no driver's license or
Orale they're loaded, it's time to do it I just got my drivers license 'cause I'm 16 with a bullet Not alone, my home boy's in his Bomb And to you puto
Verse 1: Baby Bash] I roll around, made higher than gas prices And I don't even got a valid driver's license I'm pushin' luxury wheels, my pictures lookin
in the middle was on the right And the one on the left was in the middle And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license Well, the curtain had ascended
second and the man was gone But he left his drivers wallet smack dead on the lawn I picket the wallet up and then I took a pause Took out the license
Movies, name it nigga Bullshit with rap if you want I'm a big-boy-toy driver nigga With unlaced Air Force One's with no license Holla at me nigga, y'
a nigga like me? They must think it's a gee They both walk up with the G L O C Started they investigation No driver's license, no registration When
Push out dead air from a parking garage Where you stand with the keys And your cool hat of silence Where you grip her love like a driver's license I'
at her body, voluptuous curves She's a real woman, no doubt about it Her confidence is sky high She's the one who's got me on my back She's saying, "
all I do is watch the time (I can see for miles but all I see's the driver's hands) He harbors thoughts on personal grief I said your hardship's only
the DMV. Parking tickets, too much money, fifty dollar fines Sweaty people, last one in a fifty mile line Make an appointment now if you can't drive it's
here comes the cops He's only sixteen, but he's braver than his pops His mother and father, smoke crack like I drink brew Survival's on his mind so he
off this crazy ride Checkpoint number 5 they're gonna analyze your eyes Could be you see My license, my life, my license, my life and me I'm a backseat driver
this damn Prophet shit Watch, how I pull these bitches And you know the scareman's blastin' teflon's hit yo' feelin's Nigga, I'll be damned if I'm gon