We've been goin', I've never been at ease I met a gyspie girl and I took her on the track The kinda girl walk, the driver don't talk Tryin' bucks between
We've been goin', I'v never been at ease I met a gyspie girl and took her on the track The kinda girl walk The driver don't talk 20 bucks between them
Translation: Rob Zombie. Two-lane Blacktop.
: We've been goin', I'v never been at ease I met a gyspie girl and took her on the track The kinda girl walk The driver don't talk 20 bucks between them
Deuce, deuce revolver was my problem solver Had a def girl, really didn't wanna involve her In the life of a gangster, use to rob bankster But now I'm
faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters? In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
s the alcohol Now lemme hit that pace Shorty can we make our day I'm driving a fast car, jump to the third lane Mami in passenger, spilling the champagne
flow, nice clothes like, whoa Ease pain with cocaine like, whoa Now I'm doc strange in the range like, whoa (They don't know me?) Hundred miles an hour, switchin' lanes
faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and Jay-Z got it locked crazy Where you at haters? In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
have to gun down yo vehicle, nigga, up in these high-speedaz, police they be the Rosco Bico train, swervin in an outta lanes, runnin from O-H-A,
They call me dubcuda was the last name Money in my lap doin a buck in the fast lane The passion of a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don
[Chorus: woman singing - repeat 4X] Take a look in my life and see what I see.. [Yo Gotti] M-E-M-P-H-I-S 3 - 8 - 1 - 2 - 7 shady vista, segshaw lane
set it up for money, my mom worked when I was cuttin' Unsigned strugglin', for the heat I lit the oven One would by the CD, the other would do the dubbin' Before I met Rob
money till i die bustin shots and stayin dangerous until I die bitch. {Dee Money Verse 4} Dee Money woodgrain grippin stay switchin lanes dangerous nigga coming through yo hood mane we rob
up bitch give me bomb-ass brain Probably be somebody, baby momma, I ain't ask mayne Baby, daddy got a problem, we can hit the grass mayne An asshole by nature, livin' in the fast lane
