hill Billy Neck bone, socks, tails, pork 'N' beans and chili Just like my nigga Celly, we likes to kick it silly Regurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the telly 'Cause they out
're stopped by the firechief Do not pass go do not collect your ten bucks gas money But pretty soon you're playing almost constantly You buy a crappy rusted out
just tryin' to bust one of us Till he smashed the brakes and we almost hit him Throwin' signs out the window like somethin' was wrong with him Before we jump out
scent We're near the end of the chase Take a look out your window and I'll be there in the night Your love is so close that I can almost taste it The
shoes off onto the floor She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on" She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas We almost got whiplash, we took
on the TV screens American Idol never seen these dreams Just last week they want to see ID Now they got you in VIP, huh? How many people almost famous You almost
mad with this old lady When she fell over on this gas tank that was burnin' for heat The gas ran all over the floor and when the gas ran all over the
her shoes off onto the floor She said, "Drive fast, speed turns me on" She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas We almost got whiplash,
Forgot my alarm, I overslept again Had to shave in a hurry, almost cut off my chin Slipped in the bathtub, I think I broke my neck My car's out of gas
buddy and go after that money, but uh Oh, we gotta get over, we gotta get over, gotta get over It's almost over, and we gon' be alright Straight Patrone out
cheek Is your mistake Drivin' down PCH With a smile on my face And a blunt in my ash tray A cute chick on my side And her ass is great Almost out of gas
sometimes I wish he'd lay me off So that I could lay him out with one little punch right to his fat ass mouth But now I'm assed out, 'cause these fools
fuck that, I'd rather shoot it out and get clapped I've gone too far, there ain't no coming back for me Auschwitz gas chamber full of Zyklon-B Just like
a mothafuckin fool [8Ball] Big hat, low walkas, low custom fours oh Put my pants down back, pockets almost all the flow i don't wanna touch it but the bad boy out
(Chorus) Ostrich Boots with a with a pimped out nike swoosh got no green card but i go hard tamale stashed in my tank of gas i got that work my birdies
Old gray fence, tar chipped road Martin?s creek, I'm almost home Whitetail buck by a one lane bridge 'Round the bend, up on the ridge There?s Thompson
to smoke it But I did and it took me far away And I turned out to be The only hell my mama ever raised Well, I rolled into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gas