Testo Early - Freeway
Testo della canzone Early (Freeway), tratta dall'album Diamond in the Ruff
Y'all niggas better wake up on time
Set your alarm clocks cause you know we 'bout to grind
Man y'all boys ain't 'bout it, ain't violent like the boys
Snatch stacks boy, 'bout to take yours and mine
How you do it, when you do it
I was born up on the streets, I was influenced
If I take you on a date we gotta do it
Y'all niggas running late, I get that paper
Wake that ass up, go wash up
If you Muslim make salat and if you not then don't
Never pass up, tryna get your cash up
We are block boys tryna get a fast buck
Cop toys, cops get nervous when they pass us
Some of us are eating on the run but we are not N.O.R.E
They looking for us with the guns but we are not worried
Catch them bastards in traffic, hit that ass up
Get smacked up, tryna act up
Get clapped, motherfucker better back up
Kidnap motherfuckers with a rope
I'm Waingro, crash motherfuckers with a Mack truck
Light, motherfuckers with a MAC
Stole rounds, now they scraping
Motherfuckers off the ground with a spatula
Hope you preparing for the rapture, rappers
Cause all of y'all headed to rat hereafter
PA Jill Scott, Black Thought Asher
Will Smith State Prop', rappers, actors
PA stay hot, if they say not
Make them say so, step on they toe, get in they face
I don't care if you by yourself in Miami with a chick on vacay
Jump on payphone, click on they way
You know how Philly niggas do it, grip on AK
Jump on E-way, bricks in the rental
Transport 'em like a limo, get 'em there no delay
And if he's cool, there's no prepay
When I get 'em to him, only thing that he say is
How you do it, when you do it
I was born up on the streets, I was influenced
If I take you on a date we gotta do it
Y'all niggas running late, I get that paper
This is hood hop, I wish I would stop
Rims pokey, Benz smokey like Woodstock
Louis lenses, no Oakleys
She don't know me but she just played karaoke on my pokey
I told her to keep going, give me everything you knowing
You're a genius, you're a scholar, you should do this for a dollar
Could you do this for a hour, if you could you'll make me holler
She said my anaconda is too much for her to swallow
Big tank drop, a nigga just stank prada
Move weight, whole lot of case inside her
Where a hot nigga, only Satan's hotter
Johnson and Johnson, take men's powder
Bake men if I got the apron on us
Either that or whole lot of cakes on counter
Talk shit, better have your Asics on
Watch you run and then watch the blood run down you
Coke for a pound you, Cris' in stew you
Pour a lot on you so the smell won't travel
I play chess and checkers, I play Scrabble
That's why I'm competing with the leaders of the new cool
Leader of the flow, always hits you with a new groove
Peanut butter chicken sticks, Philly's my favorite
Mami couldn't reach me, tried to hit me on my pager
Never ever date her, fuck and shake her, that's my new move
Shorty let me pop her, said I'm chocolate like a Yoo-hoo
And she is addicted, always watching me on You-zoo
Man we handle business if we wilding in the hood
Or on Jimmy Fallon serving spinach with The Roots crew
How you do it, when you do it
I was born up on the streets, I was influenced
If I take you on a date we gotta do it
Y'all niggas running late, I get that paper
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Writer(s): Justin Smith, Leslie Pridgen
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