Lyrics Drive By - Potter Payper , Slim
I
still
drive
past
where
I
used
to
shot
my
fiends
Where
I
made
my
first
rack
Where
I
lost
my
teens
Where
I
decamped
with
it
Where
I
lost
machines
Give
me
2 9s
of
dirty
and
a
box
of
clean
Before
the
48
laws
I
used
to
Rob
for
Greene
I
need
a
straight
drop
machine
and
more
sub-machines
I
need
100
more
mill
for
me
plus
the
gs
I
need
50
more
drivers,
all
these
shots
to
beat
All
this
snow
you
would've
thought
I
was
from
Costa
Rica
I
can
bring
it
to
your
door
like
a
box
of
pizza
My
white
ting's
nice
but
my
browning's
nicer
I
told
her
drop
2 bricks
off
at
the
Nisa
That's
36
twice,
these
phones
are
on
36/5
All
my
soldiers
know
that
early
shift
grind
I
told
her
put
this
in
your
p*m
She
must've
thought
I
got
a
dirty,
sick
mind
Cause
I
ain't
tryna
see
induction
for
the
36th
time
I
still
drive
past
the
yard
where
I
lock
machines
Still
drive
past
the
block
and
see
lots
of
fiends
I
still
drive
past
where
I
used
to
shot
my
fiends
Where
I
made
my
first
rack
Where
I
lost
my
teens
I
still
drive
past
the
yard
where
I
lock
machines
Still
drive
past
the
block
and
see
lots
of
fiends
I
still
drive
past
where
I
used
to
shot
my
fiends
Where
the
pussio
feds
try
stop
my
dreams
I
still
drive
past
the
yard
where
I
locked
machines
You'd
say
the
blocks
hot,
and
I'd
probably
agree
My
next
door
neighbour
used
to
lock
my
keys
I
was
in
and
out
bait
but
that
was
common
to
me
I
never
had
a
grand,
when
I
was
shotting
at
Steve's
Spun
me
on
the
A3,
I
had
to
lodge
my
weed
When
they
kicked
my
mum's
door,
I
had
to
flush
the
grease
I
still
landed
on
the
wing,
eating
custard
creams
This
ain't
a
sob
story,
I
was
watching
my
pennies
I
had
bricks
in
the
blender,
getting
boshed
at
Debbie's
I
just
drove
past
the
spot
where
we
kicked
his
head
in
He
was
laying
down
leaking,
like
he
pissed
his
bedding
I
was
minding
my
business,
cooking
a
pack
I
ain't
tryna
sound
hot
but
I'm
looking
for
straps
I
got
lost
out
of
town,
I
started
looking
for
cats
I
told
myself
that
I
wouldn't
be
back
I
still
drive
past
the
yard
where
I
locked
machines
Still
drive
past
the
block
and
see
lots
of
fiends
I
still
drive
past
where
I
used
to
shot
my
fiends
Where
I
made
my
first
rack
Where
I
lost
my
teens
I
still
drive
past
the
yard
where
I
lock
machines
Still
drive
past
the
block
and
see
lots
of
fiends
I
still
drive
past
where
I
used
to
shot
my
fiends
Where
the
pussio
feds
tried
stop
my
dreams
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