that old song We used to sing with the words all wrong I remember the faces and familiar places Tonight seemed all wrong but Acadia is gone Ran out of gas
Give me an inch I promise I'll take a mile Danger is beauty I'll face it with a smile I'm on a mission With no restrictions Don't second guess myself
. She kicked her shoes off onto the floor She said, "Drive faster speed turns me on" She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas We almost
My baby's fixin' her face, doing her hair Runnin' red lights in her underwear She likes to step on the gas, put her foot to the floor Music to her ears
Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime But even in the flurry of gun shots My adrenaline was boilin' hot I crash down on the floor of the ride Punch the gas
has got you Comin' to the jamboree to hear the poetry And when you break north, the melody Stick to your mind like paste, it can't be erased Face to face
cause the best comin' I'm the King in a game like chess to me So put the cash in the bag Give the rest to me, tell the pilot to put gas in the jet I
that baby You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that baby You killin em baby, you know that baby You ... afraid of niggers gas
"Brown Brown Brown" [Kardinal Offishall] Word, this is for my brother in my Circle (niggas) F.O.S. Paranormal Circle (niggas) You pull the trigger, I pull the caps Flow gas
you a home on the range Who ran the iron horse? Who ran the iron horse? Who ran the iron horse? I want to watch you windblown facing Waves of wheat
leave my life in Dallas That town will always be you In every crowd, on every corner In every face I'd see you So with nothin' more than a tank of gas
trick It's a trap, fuck my last CD, that shit's in my trash I be god damned if another rapper gets in my ass I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if
Cokes She kicked 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
If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Face and body front and
shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt Don't believe everything that you breathe You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve So shave your face
Put whiskey in the gas tank Put blood on the wheels I gotta jar of tobacco And I'm down with the deal Well I know that I'm loaded And I'm outta my mind