Car, car, car Car, car, car Let's get behind the wheel We'll go driving To the mountains To the rooftops We can take it nice and slow I'll be driving
, car, car, car, car, car Let's get behind the wheel, we'll go driving To the mountains, to the rooftops We can take it nice and slow, I'll be driving
, car, car Car, car, car Let's get behind the wheel We'll go driving To the mountains To the rooftops We can take it nice and slow I'll be driving To
Traduzione: Spazzatura. Lezione di guida.
care what you say nigga, you're a nigga lover The relative radiance of the rhyme makes it shine Increase the star wattage with longer cycle time How's my driving
cop K's So my block made heavy money My weed fluffy, and got read hair like Peggy Bundy I got 20's, come cop from the house Cause the green, you got garbage
came running after you? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the
slick walking talking rhyming dictionary Give me a mob Let me champ one Steadily handsome Black and like temper tantrums Spitting like automatic handguns Can't run Your style is more garbage
the fullest Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet Shit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some change And it feels like the garbage
garter Energized like phones that just came off the CHARGER I introduced myself to gain yardage Cuz anything less then smooth, would of been straight up garbage
the microwave After that, It was straight to the 40 ouncers Slappin teachers, and jackin off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson
King, The King What, what, what are you? What are you? What are you stupid? The King, The King You know, you know, you know what I'm saying Driving
just as fast I crash computers wit my viruses, fry your disk drive Wit wise words, suckas get on my nerves I'ma make you go "Hmmm", wet you like H2O My flow refreshes, need lessons
and you drivin? Keep your eyes on the road [V.I.M. commercial comes on radio] [other] Oh and you need to get a license before you go criticizing my driving
Ya whole style is undressin' Try to hide yaself behind the R&B section And got spotted, fuckin' with them fake artists who make garbage Now ya like a
Of You"] [Intro: Nas & (Ron Isley)] Good Morning, Yea (Yea, well, well Yea) [Verse 1: Nas] Good morning the same old jerks goin' to work Garbage man
