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    "Drivin Down The Freeway" Lyrics

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    you, you, you with your funny, fun, fun
    lookin up at the sunny, sun, sun
    butterfly cheeks and lemoncut hair
    hardly a worry and never a care

    in her eyes, the color of love
    in your eyes, the color of love

    diamond in the back with the sunroof open
    driiiiivin down the freeway
    eyes real low, just singin my song
    driiiiivin down the freeway
    life already fast so i'm movin along
    driiiivin down the freeway
    blowin my smoke all by myself, just
    driiiivin down the freeway

    lemme drop my top, turn up my pac
    now close ya eyes, picture me rollin through ya block
    holla back baby, my chevy clean but my lac crazy
    the back bumpa on the ground like i'm ridin with a fat lady
    look what god gave me
    a 72 caprice classic, race me, it go about a buck-80
    turnin heads as i switch lanes
    no ice, i let my bitch wear my big chain
    big things going down in a small hood
    jack boys wanna rob, i wish ya'll would
    see when the sunshine come out, the lamborghini somehow
    had them haters mad, lookin at me with their tongue out (wow)


    candy coated muscle car, cause i'm a hustle star
    this is how we love to ball, me and my roll dogs
    inside sweet like new cucci, the roof gucci
    the mats on my floor roll like sushi
    flyin through traffic, don't trip
    gotta hemi with a tip
    i can give it to ya real quick
    lewis sonnis got me feelin like i'm floatin
    or is the kush that i blow in trill motion
    i hit the block with the doors open, the hoes open
    i'm lookin like a video in slow motion
    and i'm feelin like new money
    you haters too funny
    mad cause the paint fresh, shoes ugly


    i walk with a lean, i only bump the 80's themes
    hand cock stuck in the seat, i'm a ladies dream
    since days of the teens, servin the fiends was all that i've seen
    the american dream, but life ain't no crystal stack
    and it ain't with it seem
    the streets ain't playin it fair
    listen up, ride with us, we can take you there
    i ride cadillacs on custom hoods, caps and vogues
    i ride black on black, back to back
    fresh from head to toe
    everywhere we go, more hoes, and plenty of dro
    everywhere we go, more shows, and plenty of dough
    it's young noe, adi, young buck and capp
    and we do this for respect, and hi tek, bless the track
    we ridin

    driiivin down the freeway
    • submitted on January 2nd, 2010

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