- Mar 26, 2003
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in first gear i was worried about gold chains and gear
laura biagiotti tinted glasses...nugget rings with a diamond in da ear
da coolest in this sphere...so i got the night time cheer
but i needed practice on how to steer
tires smoke while spinin and turnin...blistered black rubber starts burnin
as i avoided a 600 pound deer...thas really when i started learnin
keep ya eyes on da road...and watch out for the trucks with the wide load
i never listened twice an elders scold...
i was accelerate'n quickly and they were simply to old
50/50 on doing what i was told...even when the outcome became cold
like sleet in the street...exposed to the elements...with water drippin on my leather seats
i had to close my window and turn up the heat
thas when i switched to second gear...back to reality...cause reality was near
no more fairytales of kick'n it dramatic and bustin A's in thermodynamics
silly rabbit…the tortoise finishes the race…still accelerate’n…far from last place
but i notice a knockin in my motor from travele’n in haste
i got the heat too hot now…as perspiration drips down my face
paranoid i look back at the blacken cement to see if da police has set chase
i guess i was lucky…when i switched to third gear i got educated…
and more two wheel trailers wanted to f_k me…and pluck me from the left lane
my motor is soundin lovely…thas when haterz with road rage tried to buck me
as they see me passin them by…on I94 blowin some flame drizzle to the cloudless opaque sky
oh me oh my…the drivers out nowadays must be drunk and too high
skip dem corny catz…cause the past rain has my chrome shine’n like marchin band spats
talk radio kicks some facts…but i got helly music in stacks…
and in da back i got a dj spin’n dusty wax…with a disco ball
when i switched to forth gear…i got a collect call
it was the president…he had the gall to tell me he wanted me to fall
so i downshifted to third gear around the curve so my engine wouldn’t stall
got my speed back up and shifted back to forth…then my gurl called me
and told me to hurry up…and i said hecky naw
cruise’n at 70…with the sun on my side…the scenery was heavenly
chillin in the left lane…the alpine beats steadily…while the ashtray held the unlit mary jane
i hit it less now cause there is less pain inflict’n my brain with unsolvable riddles and games
that all have the same end…swirve’n out of control and flip’n over the bend
no good…
knock on wood…i’m way further then where i once stood
then i notice my home base…the black semi-truck in front of me let down the ramp
and i slid up in the place like spy hunter
cause i’m the mad scientist…and when i got out
i noticed the blindin gleam on my chrome bumper…kidz at home…don’t be try’n this
this is only for professionals…catz that know how to hit a curve nice and sloe…
if you get too geeked and hit it too fast…even pirelli tires will blow….
laura biagiotti tinted glasses...nugget rings with a diamond in da ear
da coolest in this sphere...so i got the night time cheer
but i needed practice on how to steer
tires smoke while spinin and turnin...blistered black rubber starts burnin
as i avoided a 600 pound deer...thas really when i started learnin
keep ya eyes on da road...and watch out for the trucks with the wide load
i never listened twice an elders scold...
i was accelerate'n quickly and they were simply to old
50/50 on doing what i was told...even when the outcome became cold
like sleet in the street...exposed to the elements...with water drippin on my leather seats
i had to close my window and turn up the heat
thas when i switched to second gear...back to reality...cause reality was near
no more fairytales of kick'n it dramatic and bustin A's in thermodynamics
silly rabbit…the tortoise finishes the race…still accelerate’n…far from last place
but i notice a knockin in my motor from travele’n in haste
i got the heat too hot now…as perspiration drips down my face
paranoid i look back at the blacken cement to see if da police has set chase
i guess i was lucky…when i switched to third gear i got educated…
and more two wheel trailers wanted to f_k me…and pluck me from the left lane
my motor is soundin lovely…thas when haterz with road rage tried to buck me
as they see me passin them by…on I94 blowin some flame drizzle to the cloudless opaque sky
oh me oh my…the drivers out nowadays must be drunk and too high
skip dem corny catz…cause the past rain has my chrome shine’n like marchin band spats
talk radio kicks some facts…but i got helly music in stacks…
and in da back i got a dj spin’n dusty wax…with a disco ball
when i switched to forth gear…i got a collect call
it was the president…he had the gall to tell me he wanted me to fall
so i downshifted to third gear around the curve so my engine wouldn’t stall
got my speed back up and shifted back to forth…then my gurl called me
and told me to hurry up…and i said hecky naw
cruise’n at 70…with the sun on my side…the scenery was heavenly
chillin in the left lane…the alpine beats steadily…while the ashtray held the unlit mary jane
i hit it less now cause there is less pain inflict’n my brain with unsolvable riddles and games
that all have the same end…swirve’n out of control and flip’n over the bend
no good…
knock on wood…i’m way further then where i once stood
then i notice my home base…the black semi-truck in front of me let down the ramp
and i slid up in the place like spy hunter
cause i’m the mad scientist…and when i got out
i noticed the blindin gleam on my chrome bumper…kidz at home…don’t be try’n this
this is only for professionals…catz that know how to hit a curve nice and sloe…
if you get too geeked and hit it too fast…even pirelli tires will blow….
