? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix
, it's the Nocka, The Chiz Rocker Party while I'm wine drinkin' My rhymes'll bust a hole right through your thinker Re-think your strategies when you battle International
you get let And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G' I rip the crowd, then I start again Internally
(Song intro) (Girl talking) Yo stop driving crazy! (Chino) Shut the fuck up yo! I drive...Yo word is bond, i need a sign, yo I'm stopping right here
niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what What you ain't heard boi I ride with these niggas I die with these niggas Do a drive
Oh well, oh well, I feel so good today We just touched ground on an international runway Jet propelled back home, from over seas to the U.S.A. New York
On this coldest of january nights We drive out past the runway and watch the planes go flying by The runway lights are the deepest blue like the colors
Down in the basement That's of course the game I'm playin' While my heart goes to the almighty Solidize my internal thought As we drive home Hey, she
my work Mexican cats in shades Heavy D ate my blades Feather-base pumps like Flavor Flav I shed scenes on dark days Friend of all angels on fatal car chase Drive
Come on We back baby Swishahouse, T.F. Mr. Lee, P. Wall I got the screw tape playin' in the deck so I drive slowly (Slow) Got them swangers pokin', yeah
pieces of my brother These teratomas sprout across my body As my fragmented sibling develops from my torsos My brother lives within Inside lays the internal
m smokin', weighin' mo' than 8 grams We get swizzy on a bizzy pimpin' through the strizzeets And everywhere we gizzo we keep that hizzy Got my grand national international Dogg Pound international
Pulling me close, spinnin' me loose, I've been blind to what's happening But now I see what you're doing to me, and what's been driving you You needed
as mother's butter I let it ride on, I let it ride on Now I'm the media's darling, pick it up, pick it up An international phenomenon, light it up,
niggas, what I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas What you ain't heard Boi, I ride with these niggas I die with these niggas Do a drive by with
Welcome unto me, my sickly thing We could lie on the rails but to really win We'll just drive away, drive away Yes, the world calls my international
up to the 7 Mile drive-through at McDonald's and piledrive you I got the power to snatch a motherfucker out of his car When he drives by me at 90 mph
me like the weather You change me for the better We're good together Drift and dream, drive with direction Exploration, introspection No one way to win