the red light my waters are clean so your windows will sparkle in the sunlight but i?m driven away by you again yes i?m driven away by you again driven driven
red light my waters are clean so your windows will sparkle in the sunlight but i?m driven away by you again yes i?m driven away by you again driven driven
Sound a bun(block)traffic it's a slow riddim Jay-z have a move rough Dem buss di M-16 Some man a drive out pon dung Dem have di latest thing Machine fit
aint nuthin less I keep a piece on my side and some beat in my ride the window up when its hot or when its cold outside the AC blow snowballs drive a
frozen star... Stay thy hand and thy tongue, slave of the Outer Darkness... Surely you are not foolhardy enough to dare awaken the dire titans of Z'xulth
for the kid that said "oh you dead" And the 54 stitches that caught in his head This is for the clowns I beef with no hands And the two O-Z's down to
a new one last weekend I guess I wasn't thinking, up ahead break-lights was blinking For more than thirty minutes I was stuck in gridlock prison This traffic drives
Bein a hip hop star [Chorus 1: Classified w/ ad libs] A hip hop star? Yeah, a hip hop star Yo, a hip hop star? Canadian hip hop star Yeah, it's real
nigga [Chorus x2] [Big Ed:] The early 90's standing on the block slangin' them rocks A little bad ass nigga running from the cops We used to drive our Z
tighter now [Jay-Z] Movin a brick a week [Bleek] Plus a nigga price is down [Jay-Z] We them niggaz to see [Bleek] Time to start the arisin now [Jay-Z]
like nachos Fly out the cove, land in the heat where New York to Miami bitch Bitch, I'm in the life of a hood star, rock star without the guitar Got em
with it No big star, no big car One big rock, one big block, I'll go far [Chorus] BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay
Breeze, Mixmaster Spade) .. "It's the joint!" [King Tee] Yo whassup, it's King Tee on the vocals I rock the coolest rhymes, from here to Acapulco I drive
will getcha Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture But I still supplied, some people I knew died Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide Money, jewelry, livin like a star
why we die [Verse Two] Let me tell you somethin partna you ain't ready to die Cause you take yo last breath and you close yo eyes Same ones dat stare
't nobody have muscles, but we all moving weight (on my block), where the dopefiends let you rent they car And if you got the biggest rocks, you the neighborhood star
ain't gold yet How you hating, when you ain't even went platinum Nigga what the fuck is going on, why you capping You acting like you a star, but ain
