yet was a jet without wings Once as a jet it played in the stars But now on the ground it's the king of our cars Spirit of America Spirit of America
was a jet without wings Once as a jet it played in the stars But now on the ground it's the king of our cars Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit
are on their way out. Please don?t make me buy new shoes this year please don?t make me buy new sneakers this year. You were right, the voice of the cars
ain't sorry, An' it's probably gonna happen again. We hate watchin' "Steel Magnolias". We like "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4". Jump up and down like fools when we see the new
Bitch,Still On Some Real Shit Niggaz Bout Dat Monkey Bussiness,P.S.S,Bananna,Clique Standin' Like Im Runnin',So We Ridin' New Cars What Dey Doin'(Hatin
kill it One by one Don't realize! And nuclear piles stand like monuments of destruction throughout over the country Promenades must go so cars can drive in row New
in the bed wit the stars When this bitch is naked, she the sexiest She possesed the kid like the exorcist Her breast excellent, "C" cup titties She be rollin my weed when I drive through New
a plane or anything not yet invented I'm a dime I'm fine And I shine In the hiss and rumble of the freeway sounds As the afternoon commuters drive their cars
You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now) Let me try to explain I shoot his truck up just to drive him insane Give his Rover the new name, the firing
that start with the double R Range Rover, Rolls Royce even got a Rocky Rolly See more ice than a hockey goalie Baby eating guacamolie I did without Now I live it out Cars
down the school halls We're everywhere We done took over the courts We're everywhere We done took over the sports We're everywhere We drive the biggest cars
it's like it won't drive, it's do or die Everyday I'm on my mixtape grind You boys tired and they knowin that my mixtapes fly Don't ever drive, I'm fly
While I'm out fuckin new r and b bitches I know at least 3 chics I get for they g bricks Turn they little ass out shine up on they remix Drivin in they
hostage situation (yeah and if you lovin them hoes you betta bounce back) Tryin to make that bitch your wife she fucked the whole New Jersey Drive (soundtrack
New York New York's coming an' New York talks Hey! Strike! Not once... Strike! But twice! Get out your money - peel a slab Roll some notes an' hail a cab Drive
what you poppin so far How a tru bitch like it C? [C-Murder] Nice and hard [C-Murder] You kinda fly, you kinda shy Wha'cha eat, wha'cha drive And you
fly away to somewhere new Take a holiday in Spain Leave my wings behind me Drive this little girl insane Fly away to someone new Fly away to someone new Fly away to someone new