Road Runnin (feat. Jay Worthy)

Peace Grease lightning speedy meteorite might

strike right past ya like a thief in the night

Right or left small alleys she hotter than Death Valley

Singing lah di dah di like Pavarotti in the Maserati

I'm smocking like Batman and Robin to the

party might get the tire blew in the Mojave

It's not a hobby purrin' be the lioness

puffin' on biscotti stretch it out the exotic

You can feel the speakers bumping way up in the lobby

So melodic it's liable to get rowdy when we pop up

Eyes on us I spit a lot of izm they get

chopped up see the finish line and we cross 1st

Riding with my stereo blastin' classics

I ain't worried 'bout 12, ridin' past them bastards

They're mad at blackness and bad to black kids

That's why so many feel like they have to pack sticks

Gamers show a lame what a master class is

A-Plus gettin' his bag, do math and pass quiz

Little hustle muscle, your ass is backwards

Like Muhammed Ali ever when back to Cassius

Roll and burn your own, I ain't passin' that shit

With your crackly ass lips, go and grab some Chapstick

Hit it, saw a chick, and her ass was massive

Lookin' up, I seen a truck, almost crashed into that bitch

Roll the tints when I slow down

Two 15's knockin' harder than a tre-pound

Road Runnin, you could say the map is my playground

Say now, back and forth like a Greyhound

Hey now, 10 toes, know I stay down

Slidin' in the Long Sleeve, hit Souls when I'm in The Town

Hiero, aye what's hatnin' though

Slidin' in the double S, hit Souls when I'm in The Town

Mobbing in my mobby with the mob, heads bobbing

3 bulls, one ram's head, the lamb's bread popping

Spark, now we coughing, headlights slice through the night

Dark as coffee, no white, dark Courvoisier

Trying not to drop him, head and the body

Combo hit just like Fight Night Rocky

Hope the car don't flip, captain of my ship

Commando, like Mando, smashing in his skiff

They capping on my lips 'til they smacking on a chick

So many different jobs, don't be mad I chose to pimp

Laughing as I lick on a Backwood so it sticks

Asking for a Bic, pass it let's get LIT!

Weightless tracing the cityscape spaceship racing the break of day

Heavy Chevrolet let's

Levitate steady on the pedal, accelerate

Highway infinity sideways, we figure eight

Every milestone a memory outgrown

Dynamite soul murmurs my Manifold

Automatic choke game in a stranglehold

Polyurethane foam trunk Kangol low

100 spokes and the paint clear coat

hydroplaning percussion tidal waves and potholes

Alabaster slick pass the telecaster pick

master tricks of the trade get the cash and dip

Roll the tints when I slow down

Two 15's knockin' harder than a tre-pound

Road Runnin, you could say the map is my playground

Say now, back and forth like a Greyhound

Hey now, 10 toes, know I stay down

Slidin' in the Long Sleeve, hit Souls when I'm in The Town

Hiero, aye what's hatnin' though

Slidin' in the double S, hit Souls when I'm in The Town