Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still In Effect , by - Freeway. Release date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still In Effect |
| Yeah uhh uh |
| Freeway flow still in effect I might end up peallin a clip |
| Till the bullets still in the clip, clip still in the teck |
| I might end up stealing you bitch |
| Catch a body hide out in the Jets, Jets jersey with hat to match |
| Smack you bitch I’m in the club with Mack Jay and Dame |
| You cats better stay in your lane or lay in a ditch |
| Cause I’m ridin and my click feeling the same, till its my time to feel the |
| flames |
| Imma chill in the blue flame all in the six |
| With my mind on my money and my money on my brain |
| Last thing he know all these hoes ain’t use to know me now they like the boy |
| Ill take em to the black door give em the dick |
| She screaming that she been her before |
| Its like the five o’clock traffic jam we in the mix |
| You in the zone with the ROC bitch |
| Its the Lockness monster of rap boa constrictor of spitters the Nile river of |
| flows |
| Be with Hova still roll with my niggas and by the way all my niggas move |
| boulders |
| Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat |
| I’m young and black with a chip on my shoulder |
| Its my first album bout the brothers is back like men in black same city as Will |
| Freeway know for pulling the gat out all ya stacks haters wanna rap |
| Put up ya deal haters I line em up shut em down shut up they trap |
| Go through they act, I one up they back, hit up they will |
| Other than that I’m killing theses tracks earning these stacks |
| Trying to turn my vocals to a million |
| Hell ya its Neef Buck |
| Nuttin change, same ball |
| Lost a couple, but ain’t shit I got more |
| D.U.N.S's wear your damn vestes |
| P 90 rouge’s tear you the fuck up |
| 4 pounds hit you the hell down |
| We next up (we next) |
| C and Bucky, shit’s bout to get ugly |
| Til' this day, you won’t get nuttin' from me |
| Got? |
| some hot seashells prolly drop you’d tell |
| Before the cops come we bounce in big ass excursions |
| Huggin the road, fallin back |
| Blowin the spice with the windows cracked |
| Just another day around the way duckin the law |
| Got the ozium in the tuck, AC on defrost |
| Nuttin sweet with Neef, he ain’t outta control |
| Back seat of my Jeep, we swingin episode |
| SS shotgun, let off 21, who want some |
| Bust a peggy who got dumb dumbs (pow, pow pow) |
| Fuck you think I come from |
| You betta go get one before its too late |
| Fifth quake Put you on your damn skates |
| White sheet, yellow tape |
| Caution at ??? |
| all bout some rap |
| Never bottle stacks |
| Ya man I’m fed up with you cats |
| And Bull Bucky’s back |
| First quarter, it’s a wrap ye |