Текст песни Rollin' Down The Freeway feat. Kali, Glasses Malone, Termanology - termanology , Statik Selektah , Glasses Malone

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Kali
Glasses
Statik
Rollin' down the freeway, that's right

I'm movin' down the freeway, stepping on the gas
Switchin' my gears, try not to crash
The bright city lights got me moving so fast
One twenty on the dash, chasin' that cash
You can say I'm speedin', tearing up the season
Flied by the cops, like I ain't even see them
Driving through LA, right through downtown
Flying through traffic, I gotta slow down
I gotta take it easy, but I don't know how
Twenty-two inch rims sittin' low to the ground
When I trip, they scrapin', check my location
I'm getting road rage, I ain't got no patience
I'm runnin' red lights, talking on the phone
Ridin' shotgun with Glasses Malone
With West Coast Song, plus Statik on the beat
Midnight Club, I'm a savage on the streets

Movin' down the freeway, in the fast lane
Anybody see me, getting cash, man
Drinkin' my cup, well in my hair
Movin' my (shh), doin' my thang
Rollin' down the freeway, catch me if you can
Rollin' down the freeway, well in my hand
Rollin' down the freeway, about a hundred grand
Wrapped in rubber bands, my man

I said, "My life's like an automobile"
The brake's kinda rough, engine feels slippin' cause the gas too much
My check, all your light in the high beam phone
But too late, it's broke, the paper plates is gone
Registration is old, apart from getting told
I could barely make it up the oval
My transmission is sissin', the radiator missing
The rides and all the pistons, they always be trippin'
The stick shift don't wanna go again
The mirrors is gone, can't see in the rear
But my paint job clean, rim's twenty-four's
Look good on the outside, but only I know
That the inside really need work
Like the stomach wouldn't hurt, I yell, "You a jerk"
Nah, I just can't go far
My paint too hard, my life like a car

Movin' down the freeway, in the fast lane
Anybody see me, getting cash, man
Drinkin' my cup, well in my hair
Movin' my (shh), doin' my thang
Rollin' down the freeway, catch me if you can
Rollin' down the freeway, well in my hand
Rollin' down the freeway, about a hundred grand
Wrapped in rubber bands, my man

If you talk 'bout whips, talk bout G
Your call, hop around, always talkin' bout me
Object the convo, they're so gonzo
Street Race king, young head honcho
Left dudes warning, the heat like alonzo
Lost a big bet, the price of a condo
I'm so sick, Nike on the cad
Cars too quick, my wife even fast
That's life on the L, life on the coast
We live in the car, head wrapped around turn
Haters get bold, they try anything
The heats get exposed if you let the semi-flame
Go back to the wheel, then I flip like gymnastics
Had anything, from Benz to a classic
Hold me on the game, name it, then I add it
Then passed to my team, feelin' like magic
Dodge on deck, courtesy of Birdman
Phantom up next, courtesy of Mac-10
West coast baller, call us the pac ten
Try that bull, we shoot like Paxi
Then at the wink of a eye, man, I'm gone
Too much motive, you can't catch Malone
I mean like, come on man, you think I rap cool behind the wheel
Dog, I'm ill, just the god damn fool

Rollin' down the freeway
Rollin' down the freeway
Rollin' down the freeway