Driver’s Anthem
Know, you know about cruising
(The third gear, fourth, slip it in fifth)
Fam, let's stop right now (yeah)
(Windows low) music up (It's road)
Blap, blap, blap, blap, blap, blap
This be that driving music
Windows low, cruise with me
Music pumping, seat back
No seat belt but we strapped
And relaxed with females that feed cats
I don't need help but these girls just
Ain't the type to clean flats
I got my foot to the pedal
Pedal to the floor, I'm gone again
I'm on the E13
With a couple of shots to lick
See feds put the belt buckle across me, quick
Two man up but don't tense
I came out in 2-3, I've been in no show since
Now I got the pen that kinda don't stop
I'm off ends with 8s on the four door
Some man have got this money in more war
It's not logical
Me, I'm trying get as much paper as possible
But some think because I'm proper cool
I ain't got a tool
I'll stick something in your
Ear like cotton wool
I'm irresponsible, I'm in the hard times
Something like Halle in Monster's Ball
So if you're in the whip now
Then honk your horn i got drugs in my boxers
But I swear down
I ain't going back to the box at all
Every since Mike made Off The Wall
From then to now, I ain't never lost my balls
Police on the rear view
Some would've lost their cool
Panics and probably stool
I stay calm and collected
Even though I'm on a car with the fresh beard
X2 this be that driving music
Windows low, cruise with me
Music pumping, seat back
No seat belt but we strapped
And relaxed with females that feed cats
I don't need help but these girls just
Ain't the type to clean flats
I roll past with the windows down
My face is bait so the ring go "wow"
I'm at a red light
With a bottle of red stripes
You feel me, they're flashing headlights
I ain't rolling to West life
If I'm going out, I'm going out like left
Die full speed like, let's die
I'm just joking, take time
I'm stacking up for a next ride
BM but not a next five
I wonder one fed's drive
I've been in the back with handcuffs
Don't call it a test drive
You see, when I get signed
I'ma be in the front of the beamer for once
All black but on chrome wheels
The cream leather seats, that's raw appeal
Some say why when I get signed?
Because I can't get insurance with no deal
I've had six bands and
Twelve driving convictions
And it can't be my car that I won't steal
I'm something like Memphis
And that's more than a metaphor
You might see me in Eleanor with
My food to the pedal pedal to the floor
X2 this be that driving music
Windows low, cruise with me
Music pumping, seat back
No seat belt but we strapped
And relaxed with females that feed cats
I don't need help but these girls just
Ain't the type to clean flats
I roll past with roof up
Not because it's too hard
I'm promoting my music
How can you not hear my
New shit from the boombox?
Take note, it's exclusive i'm a dapper don
You feel me, put your hazards on
I play shows of acoustics
I'm disturbing the peace like
So if the whip's in the slow lane
You can be a victim of road rage
Stupid, even those above old age are elusive
Okay, you're in the old shit
That don't mean that I won't say move it
Before I lose it
I'm in East, on my to Kew Bridge
Looking at a location for my new vid
By now, the weather's fuming
And I'm caught in traffic
With somebody's wife on my line
Talking marriage i made the road embarrassed
I put her in the line to the
Ting that was next to me she said "bitch
You'll be walking with baggage"
Anyway, me and whips go
Together like coleslaw carrots
Everyday, I flip over the cheddar
I be the package
This be that driving music
Windows low, cruise with me
Music pumping, seat back
No seat belt but we strapped
And relaxed with females that feed cats
I don't need help but these girls just
Ain't the type to clean flats
Let me hear that, Dan
