out Catch Dre in a trey, revvin it Please believe it, I'm always Chev'in it [CHORUS] [VERSE 2: Lil Bruce] I hit the California coast in a California Mustang Shelby drop-top
Cause I ain't never had near enough. Honey, walk that walk with style and grace, This ain't no knock-down drag-out race. It don't matter much, pick any gear
they wouldn't have a case So don't you hurry don't rush me no in a no haste Me na go chat dais one fast ca a no race me a race Cause Sis V de'pon deh
like my hottie-hood rims You had a lotta women but they not like me It's like I been trippin' on that bummbozi I'm sick with this stick, shift gears with
to pedal up a sixty degree slope. At the top of a hill at a very rapid speed there's only one place to go. At the top of a hill at a very high speed
pack But I just copped this pretty chrome thing, so I'm dippin' with that Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me (Run!) Besides that, I got about
marone?? knock, knock are you at home i'm a call he, girls call the crib and ask are you alone .....killa [chorus] [verse 3] we race foriegn cars, customed models, drop top
screams when i start my powerful engine I am the king of the road With my moribund load Their tourment, pain and fear Makes me drive in top gear Where
re on the eve of destruction (Wait a minute) (Keep on singin, keep on singin) (4x) Step forward face up, meet the grim reaper You're aimin for the top
gifted eyes So yo, we're gonna see what the race is That's where you groups, will have to face us And you can bet we'll be in tip-top shape Nice so precise
Boy where you going? Cause boy I'd be more than happy To accompany ya(yea) So put that gear in reverse(yea yea yea yea yea) Before you hit the clutch(
like a breakdancer All over this place, wait, a mikes in his face Finishing top five in the human race No narcotic, just our product rushed to market
how we bring it That's why them a sing, Marshall again [Verse 2:] When, we step in, some reflectin, the latest gear Fuel, injectin, selectin, these turbo gears
She don't wanna be miss All she want is the stick So she can put it in the box Throw her gear in 5th Cause she's a fast car Race her to the finish, And
my goons, reppin' on pills Speedin' to make me run in your crib Put they offer behind your wheel Monkey suit, black mask, city boy gear Slippin' got alot
Just as loud as they will rock I'm into Lynrd Skynrd, Run DMC And DJ Scott la'rock I like Willie, Waylon, George and Merle and alot of ZZ Top <a href
V1) Learn how to change gear and drive fast away from here. Crafted by times tools and held back by stunted fools. C) Do you wanna come with me cos