Songtexte:
Brakes On Your Side

cain, back up bitch, you blockin' my lane Tryna foul on a nigga 'cause you hot in the flame Fuck you, and them ho ass nigga's you run wit' Fuck your whole

the bus stop chillin' with ya friends Oh no you thought I was tryna get with you But I really was lookin' at your friend Stop thinkin' people's on your

cops *car horns and helicopter sounds* [cops] *unitelligible* "Suspect has just thrown female hostage on the side of the 605 freeway. We now have him in heavy traffic on

Side by side wherever you was ridin', I went, So close almost was some Bonnie and Clyde shit, When Ronnie died you was right by my side, With a shoulder to cry on

up with shine like the "Chronicles of Riddick" Nigga forget it Nine times outta ten, times' on my side If your nines in the car, 'cause mines on my side

artist, leave with his broad Throw your hands up (Red, white, blue, black) Throw your hands up (Calm down, move back) Throw your hands up (Motherfuckers askin', ?who is that??) Throw your

at Moria Way out of order, should be pulled over Pulled out garage, lost side-view mirror Credit card, final fantasy breaks the limit I just paid, just brakes

hustle down If yous' a Jane user Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer With the laws standing on the roof Drop the flows in the

to tell me stop, but all we know is gas No brakes so catch me on the crip side right up on the street, likes cannon on my hip side I'm G maggin and my