Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Freeway, artist - Bizzy Bone. Date of issue: 29.11.2010
Song language: English
On the Freeway |
| She’s ridin' on the highway, highway, highway |
| (She's ridin' on the highway) |
| She’s ridin' on the highway, highway, highway |
| (She's ridin' on the highway) |
| She’s ridin' on the highway, highway, highway |
| (She's ridin' on the highway) |
| She’s ridin' on the highway, highway, highway |
| Tellin' me to be careful |
| Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom |
| Tellin' me to be carful though so dangerous |
| I say let’s change it |
| Put on your coat and call up the chauffer |
| Oh, gotta leave the babies |
| Face-to-face it’s goin' down |
| Baby lace it with some basment as (just a little) |
| Just a little temptation, and bury it underground |
| And make ya nigga feel famous and say «Hey, fuck the pages» |
| Off to the freeway, anxious to play |
| (Damn) Baby protect my health and yourself and everyone else |
| And lady respect my patience from temptations |
| Let off all that frustration, all is well, hell, what are you waitng for? |
| Basic relations waitin', wakin' up in the storm |
| Roll with me |
| Roll, can’t you come over? |
| Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway? |
| Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah |
| When I Put you in my car (Zoom, zoom) move far |
| We chose to lose time and, my, why there you are |
| When I saw that night, I had to call |
| It’s gotta be right, it couldn’t be wrong |
| Lookin' in far fallen and gone, lookin' at the stars, all of them, long |
| And on the freeway, baby believe me, gotta take it easy |
| Yet appeasin' to please 'em |
| Oh, Jesus, she’s breathin' on me! |
| But I ain’t that weak to put her to sleep |
| So respectful, respect your temple, subliminal |
| Probably pause in the distance, reminisce visual, member my car |
| Roll with me |
| Roll, can’t you come over? |
| Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway? |
| Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah |
| We’re peekin' each other’s secrets (Shhh) |
| No speakin', just heavy breathin' |
| (Why don’t you take a ride with me? C’mon) |
| Friday! |
| Friday evenin' clear through the weekend we’re peakin' each others secrets |
| No speakin', just heavy breathin' |
| A quarter inch from your cleavage |
| The reason you got me |
| Teasin'--be gentle |
| Interested sexual in a room to touch you eventual, too much potential |
| Lookin' at you sensual |
| Let you go, roll, have your space |
| And I’ll be paper chasin' up and down, straight ghetto face |
| And have you ever fell in love |
| Just as much that you forgot about everyone just for their touch? |
| Roll with me |
| Roll, can’t you come over? |
| Just for that touch |
| Roll, come on and roll with me |
| Stroll, come on and stroll with me |
| Girl, can’t you come over? |
| Stroll with me? |
| Yea, you can. |
| Yea, you can go with me |
| Yea, I know you can |
| C’mon, yea you can |
| I know you can |
| Just ride with me |