Tekst:
Freeway It S Not Right

they got they Timb's on buttered up, it wasn't right I'm up in there my slim's on button up, it's alright but they ain't never clown me, they see pain

got they Timb's on buttered up, it wasn't right I'm up in there my slim's on button up, it's alright but they ain't never clown me, they see pain up

thought you knew (What I do?) Know I know (What you do?) 'Cause it's been a good night, your head ain't right Like Teddy P, let's 'Turn Off The Light' And grind it

can understand that I got the money right here, now where's the fucking dope at Now it's the time for the testing out the dope To see if it's flour,

change? Have you been there And not been aware That you are the victim Of a highway love affair? Through your window There's a stranger Cruising right

only way I catch a new freak every day It's not the Yellow Brick Road It's called the 'Foothill Strip' Stand on your toes, make your heels go click Three times, it's

TP for my bung hole and it's cool if you let one go Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? Give a little poot poot, it's okay Oops my CD just skipped And

it feels like yesterday wakin up 2 girls up in my bed saying let's do it again like yesterday.. on the freeway swervin in my drop TOP haters starin at it

it bring is crazy Product of the late 80?s Tryna stay above water, thats why we shun the navy Pull your guns and play me Let's set it off, cause a riot