"Road Runnin" lyrics
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE & Souls Of Mischief Lyrics
(feat. Jay Worthy)
Peace Grease lightning speedy meteorite might strike right past ya like a thief in the night
Right or left small alleys she hotter than Death Valley
Singing lah di dah di like Pavarotti in the Maserati
I'm smocking like Batman and Robin to the party might get the tire blew in the Mojave
It's not a hobby purrin' be the lioness puffin' on biscotti stretch it out the exotic
You can feel the speakers bumping way up in the lobby
So melodic it's liable to get rowdy when we pop up
Eyes on us I spit a lot of izm they get chopped up see the finish line and we cross 1st
Riding with my stereo blastin' classics
I ain't worried bout 12, ridin' past them bastards
They're mad at blackness and bad to black kids
That's why so many feel like they have to pack sticks
Gamers show a lame what a master class is
A-Plus gettin' his bag, do math and pass quiz
Little hustle muscle, your ass is backwards
Like Muhammed Ali ever when back to Cassius
Roll and burn your own, I ain't passin' that shit
With your crackly ass lips, go and grab some Chapstick
Hit it, saw a chick, and her ass was massive
Lookin' up, I seen a truck, almost crashed into that bitch
Roll the tints when I slow down
Two 15's knockin' harder than a tre-pound
Road Runnin, you could say the map is my playground
Say now, back and forth like a Greyhound
Hey now, 10 toes, know I stay down
Slidin' in the Long Sleeve, hit Souls when I'm in The Town
Hiero, aye what's hatnin' though
Slidin' in the double S, hit Souls when I'm in The Town
Mobbing in my mobby with the mob, heads bobbing
3 bulls, one ram's head, the lamb's bread popping
Spark, now we coughing, headlights slice through the night
Dark as coffee, no white, dark Courvoisier
Trying not to drop him, head and the body
Combo hit just like Fight Night Rocky
Hope the car don't flip, captain of my ship
Commando, like Mando, smashing in his skiff
They capping on my lips 'til they smacking on a chick
So many different jobs, don't be mad I chose to pimp
Laughing as I lick on a Backwood so it sticks
Asking for a Bic, pass it let's get LIT!
Weightless tracing the cityscape spaceship racing the break of day
Heavy Chevrolet let's
Levitate steady on the pedal, accelerate
Highway infinity sideways, we figure eight
Every milestone a memory outgrown
Dynamite soul murmurs my Manifold
Automatic choke game in a stranglehold
Polyurethane foam trunk Kangol low
100 spokes and the paint clear coat hydroplaning percussion tidal waves and potholes
Alabaster slick pass the telecaster pick master tricks of the trade get the cash and dip
Roll the tints when I slow down
Two 15's knockin' harder than a tre-pound
Road Runnin, you could say the map is my playground
Say now, back and forth like a Greyhound
Hey now, 10 toes, know I stay down
Slidin' in the Long Sleeve, hit Souls when I'm in The Town
Hiero, aye what's hatnin' though
Slidin' in the double S, hit Souls when I'm in The Town
Right or left small alleys she hotter than Death Valley
Singing lah di dah di like Pavarotti in the Maserati
I'm smocking like Batman and Robin to the party might get the tire blew in the Mojave
It's not a hobby purrin' be the lioness puffin' on biscotti stretch it out the exotic
You can feel the speakers bumping way up in the lobby
So melodic it's liable to get rowdy when we pop up
Eyes on us I spit a lot of izm they get chopped up see the finish line and we cross 1st
Riding with my stereo blastin' classics
I ain't worried bout 12, ridin' past them bastards
They're mad at blackness and bad to black kids
That's why so many feel like they have to pack sticks
Gamers show a lame what a master class is
A-Plus gettin' his bag, do math and pass quiz
Little hustle muscle, your ass is backwards
Like Muhammed Ali ever when back to Cassius
Roll and burn your own, I ain't passin' that shit
With your crackly ass lips, go and grab some Chapstick
Hit it, saw a chick, and her ass was massive
Lookin' up, I seen a truck, almost crashed into that bitch
Roll the tints when I slow down
Two 15's knockin' harder than a tre-pound
Road Runnin, you could say the map is my playground
Say now, back and forth like a Greyhound
Hey now, 10 toes, know I stay down
Slidin' in the Long Sleeve, hit Souls when I'm in The Town
Hiero, aye what's hatnin' though
Slidin' in the double S, hit Souls when I'm in The Town
Mobbing in my mobby with the mob, heads bobbing
3 bulls, one ram's head, the lamb's bread popping
Spark, now we coughing, headlights slice through the night
Dark as coffee, no white, dark Courvoisier
Trying not to drop him, head and the body
Combo hit just like Fight Night Rocky
Hope the car don't flip, captain of my ship
Commando, like Mando, smashing in his skiff
They capping on my lips 'til they smacking on a chick
So many different jobs, don't be mad I chose to pimp
Laughing as I lick on a Backwood so it sticks
Asking for a Bic, pass it let's get LIT!
Weightless tracing the cityscape spaceship racing the break of day
Heavy Chevrolet let's
Levitate steady on the pedal, accelerate
Highway infinity sideways, we figure eight
Every milestone a memory outgrown
Dynamite soul murmurs my Manifold
Automatic choke game in a stranglehold
Polyurethane foam trunk Kangol low
100 spokes and the paint clear coat hydroplaning percussion tidal waves and potholes
Alabaster slick pass the telecaster pick master tricks of the trade get the cash and dip
Roll the tints when I slow down
Two 15's knockin' harder than a tre-pound
Road Runnin, you could say the map is my playground
Say now, back and forth like a Greyhound
Hey now, 10 toes, know I stay down
Slidin' in the Long Sleeve, hit Souls when I'm in The Town
Hiero, aye what's hatnin' though
Slidin' in the double S, hit Souls when I'm in The Town
