Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jesus Take The Wheel, artist - DrinkchampsDate of issue: 28.10.2013
Song language: English
Jesus Take The Wheel |
| Jesus, take the wheel |
| I’m too drunk to drive |
| Jesus, take the wheel |
| Jesus, take the wheel |
| I’m too drunk to drive |
| Jesus, take the wheel |
| Pray |
| I feel like malcolm with the gun while he staring out the window |
| Extra cartridges but I ain’t talking no Nintendo |
| Roll a ooh ah blunt, some say extendo |
| Niggas had love, I found out it was pretend, though |
| I entered the game with a classic, The War Report |
| It might burn down your fabric, the holy ghost |
| Legends, let me speak on your behalf |
| These new niggas annoying like Elliot’s laugh |
| Put that on your rap radar, I beat to the dot, hit niggas with the AR |
| I been friends where them niggas slaying cane at |
| Same place where they claim they jump game at |
| Got blown puta, puneta, sell hard white, I call it Static Selektah |
| See, I’m the reason you got head on the highway |
| Frank Sinatra my Gs it’s true, did it my way |
| Only dude I asked to get in on this song and the nigga ain’t do it |
| Was the kid Lil Sean, fuck it, I get Detroit love anyway |
| Cool with Trick Trick, Detroit love any day |
| And see my passport is stamped, I go through customs with a Kanye rant |
| (Kanye's Airport Rant) |
| And out of town blame a Ebro or Geespin |
| Well, out-of-towners rocks on the box more than we then |
| I sit back and open up the reese lane |
| Still get your head walking out the precinct |
| I told Steven Hill that it’s real, next year at the Cypher mind get killed |
| Speed off, won’t smear off, license revoked |
| Nights with the Henny ho, the ice, no coke |
| No joke, give it straight, no chaser |
| Planet of the apes where they go and can’t come for the papers |
| Gorillas, pushers, dealers, killers |
| White boys calling themselves niggas, shit is |
| All type of fucked up, funeral’s bucked up |
| Who the most stuck up till they get stuck up |
| Blungee off the bungee cord, balls off the Ouija board |
| Broads overseas, on board, call the guard |
| Got a dog with the bark, hell high, rough riding it |
| Come from an environment where gang war prominent |
| Most dominant me and my conglomerate |
| Toast to the winners, the survivors gotta honor it |
| Soldiers salute, all my legends pursue |
| Murdering the 100 proof, body in the booth |
| She a model, let her swatter, let her gobble what I shoot |
| Pop a molly in the hallway of the hass mess, too |
| Kendrick control bars got em in their hearse |
| Got em digging in their purse, try to memorize the verse |
| To retaliate, nowadays rappers all feather weight |
| Ain’t no heavy weight, marshmallow pillow case |
| Soft with their metaphors, you ain’t never met a force |
| Similar to N.O. |
| and R.E. |
| boss |
| Yeah |
| And I ain’t got no disrespect for the homie Kendrick |
| Long as kurrupt mind his business, no interest |
| Some of these responses, they oughta stop |
| Cause even when they kick down the buildings it was photoshopped |