Letras
Hey yo guru, this Just Blaze, Bleek & Free right?
So I could get a hook, or verse or something?
Get that outta here!
Stick to makin beats... I stick to yo' moms, nigga!
Uh, just Blaze
Roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme
Young E's had game since the days of Atari
Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path
My day, goin hard, mack the back of the Cab
Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train
Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game
Niggas don't want no part of me, bitches they wanna roll up roll out
Sit in the ferrari, breeze through Marcy yup!
They know I'm gangster in every way yup!
I keep it gangster, tech on me everyday but!
P game, how I lean to hit it, don't act right
I got to leave these bitches you know!
I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog
The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog!
Parked by Marcy, this two door ferrari
Cant believe Mami do Nani, poonani
But I guess she don't listen to rap, so Imma slut her like a ghost in the hole
Missing the track huh!
And I'm a PIMP for show rap ROC NYC for short
FR two E's slide through deliver more what!
ROC PHI for short, por favor
I twist backwards swerve in the jeep
Cheek deep, pick up the chicks, chicks lookin for Bleek
Bleek sleep, making me sick won't answer the phone
Motorola two way, you may answer to Freeway!
I think it's him paging me now, I hear the back strap
Where you at? Got a room full of freaks!
And they tryin' to get right
We could smut 'em all night, and get them chickens outta sight
Pass them hoes, then mack 'em
G to K, Freeway known for moving the Yay
I could get 'em from point A to point G]
Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel
For the right amount of pills I'll bring 'em where you stay
Y'all hate freeway, scared when you see the freeway
But you wanna kill Freeway!
Your girl ride the freeway everyday