Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Two Miles An Hour, artist - Ludacris. Album song The Red Light District, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Two Miles An Hour |
Yeah. |
we gon' send this one out |
To e’rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship |
Let’s ride |
Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you |
It’s get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let’s roll! |
Yesss, 7 cars, 8 cribs and ain’t a damn thing changed |
I’m still pumpin 10 kickers, still grippin the grain |
Still candy in the paint, still ridin them thangs |
And most my folks would say I’m happy but I still feel pain |
Until I, jump in my ride, that’s my only escape |
Me and my automobile’s got these neighbors screamin, «Gimme a break!» |
It’s a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses |
Don’t be mad cause I can’t hold my 500 horses |
Lamborghinis and Porsches, Ferraris and Vipers |
I’mma wipe the seats witcho' drool then rub the hood with a diaper |
Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank |
I MEAN to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank |
Go strap your seatbelts on, go put your money up |
Go put your life on the line, go put your honey up |
Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys |
Time to play or better yet it’s time to bring out them toys |
We goin |
Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets) |
Yo, one of my ways of releasin tension while I’m releasin some steam |
Even if I just put a fresh coat of wax on I’m makin sure the slippers is clean |
The 26's is mean, shut down the block, nigga picture the fiends |
My system supreme, you can feel the knock, just picture the scene |
The chickens just scream, whole crew ballin they sick of my team |
We gettin the cream, I’m through hollerin, I’m livin my dream |
I’m black with a scheme, won’t stop until that fat lady sings |
And yeah it’s actual and factual what my faculty brings |
A car show for whatever we slide and wherever we glide |
You can keep your rules and regulations man cause we don’t abide |
And we lookin alive, Mercedes Benz, 6 or the 5 |
In a Beamer, Lexus or Ac', we don’t know how to act when we drive |
And I fiend for the ride, I lay back and lean to the side |
Onlookers and turnin heads is all that’s seen through his eyes |
I’m breezin on by, and no doubt, it’s easy to fly |
But it’s even better when you slow down or ease to the side |
And go |
I’m ridin up in, GTO’s, and fo'-fo'-two's |
Grand Prixs, S-S's cause we so so cool |
Ridin Regals or the 'llacs, we in Chevelles and Verts |
Skylarks, motorcycles, ATV’s with the works |
Malibus and Camaros, T-Birds and Novas |
Escalades, Navigators, Expeditions and Rovers |
H-2's and Denalis, pickup trucks with the beams |
Crown Vics, Monte Carlos, even Cutlass Supremes |
Are goin |
Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets) |