around So get all dressed down And go and hit the town Funny how it always works out You're not the only One who is lonely Everyone knows We're different speeds With light years
Traduzione: Il City Drive. Light Years.
Where I else could I have been when new year chimed in while we were on the bus? Or when you put petrol in the diesel before an all night drive the beach
Well I've been running from something Twenty years in my car Down a road that's leading me nowehere Yeah we drive through the farmland No one knows where
bus puttin' out cigarette butts But me personally playboy I done had bad luck And I'm a always show love to my cut Hit tha club light tha lights up
, it don't sit right if you're white Light were my steps from there Did my dirt on the low, a Southern town nightmare Cause the next year it was me and
(feat. Holocaust) And the city did sink into the depths of the sea, And the inhabitants there over drown. Sparks frightening and there were exceedingly
hear voices in the tall dark pines And I don't feel nothin' when I drive these city streets So I think I'll leave this city behind And head for the onyx
Bus?" "'Cause you don't listen to my lyrics enough" At night from a satellite view the city's a heart The red and white blood cells are the lights on
his back To the cuts and have the nigga jacked Nine double M to the dome and took his sack Day after day it's the same shit, (same shit) Year after year
slappin you Tread the narrow passage through the regulator habitats Place where ain't no crackers at Place where all the crackas at, outer city limits Hotter than the Red Light
poverty Good god I think it's illiteracy Only a machine that makes CHORUS Slave driver your table has turned Catch a fire Your gonna get burned Slave driver
, let down our friends, Baby you best behave Baby let's just light the fire (what about the city) Doesn't look so safe to drive (but the drive's so pretty
Smoked out, fried up, blind fold you up Line up the firing squad, and light that ass up We striked 'em, my lyrics spent years in the cut Swang nuts, must
I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die? Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride .45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
