Testo Lights Get Low - Freeway
Testo della canzone Lights Get Low (Freeway), tratta dall'album Free At Last
Right about now, you about to be possessed
By the sounds of Cool & Dre and Freeway
Hit it!
Young Philly from the block y'all, rock star
This is criminal opera, I got y'all
Sixteen niggas willin' to pop y'all, rock y'all
Freezer cruise the city in a hot car, sports car
In Cleveland today, Atlanta tomorrow
Free'll never be soft 'cause the hood is in him
And shit'll be here today and gone tomorrow
But I'm still standin' strong 'cause the hood is with me, hit me
Yes, before this rap thing cracked off
I was somewhere gettin' a pack off, that's all
Now I'm gettin' my raps off, that's all
Check down coliseums like Nassau, asshole
(Freezy, where you been?) I took four years off
I went to Mecca, paid respect and earned some checks from the road
Be the man that cut the checks and please respect young Hov
'Fore I hit y'all with the tech and turn your lights down low, woo
Lights get low (Low)
Let the music take total, the music take total control ('Trol)
Control, control
Let the music take total, the music take total control
(I gotta hustle, I gotta grind)
Control, control (See, I gotta hustle, I gotta grind)
Let the music take total (I got) control (Boss)
The music (Freeway) take total (Get money)
Born with the murder one, we got the hood burnin' up
Yeah, this what you want, but niggas know to turn it up
The white beamer mine, it's fifty grand for me to rhyme
Standin' in a pool of blood, youngin' shoulda seen the sign
What you wanna do? Tell me what you wanna move
A good week for me, another man month or two
I'm in the blow and I'm lettin' you niggas know
The feds tappin' out and they fuckin' with figure fours
I don't wanna wrestle, I wet 'em and then he froze
Me and Free hit every freeway around the globe
If she with me, just know that she tote stacks
A quarter stick of dynamite off in that bag
She the bomb, I'm the boss
Maybach, that's my flyin' sauce
Count a mill' with me, shawty, 'cause you need to ride
You watchin' Freeze up, you'll see in time
Lights get low (Low)
Let the music take total, the music take total control ('Trol)
Control, control
Let the music take total, the music take total control
(I gotta hustle, I gotta grind)
Control, control (See, I gotta hustle, I gotta grind)
Let the music take total (I got) control (Boss)
The music (Freeway) take total (Get money)
Y'all rappers perpetratin', Free motivatin'
Put poems together like I'm the great Langston Hughes
My dome achin', I'm so patient
Strugglin' between my music and movin' weight and
I can move a crate in less than an hour
And make a hit in that same hour, it's so amazin'
Matter of fact, Free so hood
That I still hit the Chinks for three wings, I'm cool with Asians
Nigga come at me, he gon' lose
You need to fire them dudes that hyped him up, who his agent?
Me and Cool & Dre will give you abrasions
Hit his chest 'cause his hustle so soft, don't make me go off
Freezer shine like the brightest star
Rise in the East and set in the West
If a nigga got beef, I'ma put it to rest
God bless is what I tell 'em when I leave 'em deceased
Now peep how the
Lights get low (Low)
Let the music take total, the music take total control ('Trol)
Control, control
Let the music take total, the music take total control
(I gotta hustle, I gotta grind)
Control, control (See, I gotta hustle, I gotta grind)
Let the music take total (I got) control (Boss)
The music (Freeway) take total (Get money)
Credits
Writer(s): Marcello Valenzano, Andre Christopher Lyon, Edward John Montilla, Leslie Pridgen, William Leonard Roberts
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