Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Driver's Anthem , by - Ghetts. Release date: 26.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Driver's Anthem |
| Windows low, cruise with me |
| Music pumping, seat back |
| No seat belt but we strapped |
| And relaxed with females that feed cats |
| I don’t need help but these girls just ain’t the type to clean flats |
| I got my foot to the pedal |
| Pedal to the floor, I’m gone again |
| I’m on the E13 |
| With a couple of shots to lick |
| See feds put the belt buckle across me, quick |
| Two man up but don’t tense |
| I came out in 2−3, I’ve been in no show since |
| Now I got the pen that kinda don’t stop |
| I’m off ends with .8s on the four door |
| Some man have got this money in more war |
| It’s not logical |
| Me, I’m trying get as much paper as possible |
| But some think because I’m proper cool |
| I ain’t got a tool |
| I’ll stick something in your ear like cotton wool |
| I’m irresponsible, I’m in the hard times |
| Something like |
| So if you’re in the whip now, then honk your horn |
| I got drugs in my boxers |
| But I swear down, I ain’t going back to the box at all |
| Every since Mike made Off The Wall |
| From then to now, I ain’t never lost my balls |
| Police on the rear view, some would’ve lost their cool |
| Panics and probably stool |
| I stay calm and collected |
| Even though I’m on a car with the fresh beard |
| This be that driving music |
| Windows low, cruise with me |
| Music pumping, seat back |
| No seat belt but we strapped |
| And relaxed with females that feed cats |
| I don’t need help but these girls just ain’t the type to clean flats |
| I roll past with the windows down |
| My face is bait so the ring go «wow» |
| I’m at a red light, with a bottle of red stripes |
| You feel me, they’re flashing headlights |
| I ain’t rolling to West life |
| If I’m going out, I’m going out like left, die |
| Full speed like, let’s die |
| I’m just joking, take time |
| I’m stacking up for a next ride |
| BM but not a next five |
| I wonder one fed’s drive |
| I’ve been in the back with handcuffs |
| Don’t call it a test drive |
| You see, when I get signed |
| I’ma be in the front of the beamer for once |
| All black but on chrome wheels |
| the cream leather seats, that’s raw appeal |
| Some say why when I get signed? |
| Because I can’t get insurance with no deal |
| I’ve had six bands and twelve driving convictions |
| And it can’t be my car that I won’t steal |
| I’m something like Memphis |
| And that’s more than a metaphor |
| You might see me in Eleanor with my food to the pedal |
| Pedal to the floor |
| This be that driving music |
| Windows low, cruise with me |
| Music pumping, seat back |
| No seat belt but we strapped |
| And relaxed with females that feed cats |
| I don’t need help but these girls just ain’t the type to clean flats |
| I roll past with roof up |
| Not because it’s too hard |
| I’m promoting my music |
| How can you not hear my new shit from the boombox? |
| Take note, it’s exclusive |
| I’m a don |
| You feel me, put your hazards on |
| I play shows of acoustics |
| I’m disturbing the peace like |
| So if the whip’s in the slow lane |
| You can be a victim of road rage |
| Stupid, even those above old age are elusive |
| Okay, you’re in the old shit |
| That don’t mean that I won’t say move it, before I lose it |
| I’m in East, on my to Kew Bridge |
| Looking at a location for my new vid |
| By now, the weather’s fuming |
| And I’m caught in traffic |
| With somebody’s wife on my line, talking marriage |
| I made the road embarrassed |
| I put her in the line to the ting that was next to me |
| She said «bitch, you’ll be with baggage» |
| Anyway, me and whips go together like and carrots |
| Everyday, I flip over the cheddar |
| I be the package |
| This be that driving music |
| Windows low, cruise with me |
| Music pumping, seat back |
| No seat belt but we strapped |
| And relaxed with females that feed cats |
| I don’t need help but these girls just ain’t the type to clean flats |
| Let me hear that, Dan |