Drive, drive, drive, d-d-drive, drive, drive Driving fast to impress or not Words just slip or trip over over lips Car drive west (car drive west) Sex
Übersetzung: Die Spiele. Drive.
Drive, drive, drive, d-d-drive, drive, drive Driving fast to impress or not Words just slip or trip over over lips Car drive west (car drive west)
: Boy you'll be the death of me You're my James Dean You make me feel like I'm seventeen You drive too fast, you smoke too much But that don't mean a
changed up. I?m on now, god damn it I done came up. Now you could find me with the finest hoes. Choosin? which whip to drive by what match my clothes
since Now it's all about the leather boots and sequins Tellin niggas don't holla if ya can't get the snap Got a diamond name plate and a neckace to match
'll get ya I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby Turn a quickie into an all nighter maybe Your sex drive it match my sex drive Then we
now, you probably heard of me fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy you match
because I'm doin' better than them I tried the right way, but they kept ignorin' me Saw opportunity, and I went for it, G! It was smooth and the feds couldn't match
more are the days that I will Fear for I have found a strength that None can match and I'll push further Now I feel the passion burning This what drives
use to rock Sergio Tacchini, C And G bikinis Now I'm hot steppin in my Queen Bee collection Got gear to match my whips from monday to sunday Designers
You been gone." I said, "That's only natural." She said, "You gonna stay?" I said, "Yeah, I jes might." Isis, oh, Isis, you mystical child. What drives me to you is what drives
Regular cat, mow my own lawn Wife get excited when Oprah is on I never had spinners (nah), not your average thug cat But got rusted hubcaps that match
honey flack! No I'm servin' the boulders, looking over my shoulders! Every step that I take - a rock might knock me over! [Chorus: B-Real] Strike - the match
never could achieve No satisfaction No satisfaction we excuse ourselves from progress By post-altering our motives What stories set to match Whatever beat that drives
I ran over my neighbors Bitchin' Camaro, Bitchin' Camaro! Now I'm in all the papers My folks bought me a bitchin' Camaro With no insurance to match So
without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this Livin amuk, never givin a fuck Gimme the keys I'm drunk, and I've never driven
