Rollin' Down The Freeway (feat. Kali, Glasses Malone & Termanology)

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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