Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drivers Wanted, artist - OpioDate of issue: 21.02.2005
Song language: English
Drivers Wanted |
| I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, uh uh |
| I got a ho right here (right here) |
| You need innovation in your nation |
| Listen to me tell my story |
| Yeah, A-Plus I’m no angel |
| Get all up in somebody brain, it’s no thang to |
| Givin up too much of yo' game, they gon' hang you |
| Have you lookin strange cause you came with the wrong angle |
| Ey dude, if anyone ask for me |
| I’m chillin with a chick makin her the weed |
| I do it to light my load, type to explode |
| If the, triflin toad come to see my rifle unload |
| I got a ho right here, naked in my living room |
| With no ID and you have no idea |
| The paper that I’m getting too is so high gear |
| That’s a pro mind peer, we got a gold mine here |
| Eyes is red, but I’m barely lit |
| Steer my chariot like Secretariat |
| Triple crown is the foundation, flip it now or praise it |
| Eight times bigger how amazin, creepin out the basement |
| I got that Bangladesh, A-1 frame slang effect |
| Made her hang her dress and the ankle less |
| You can’t gain respect jackin, we everlastin |
| This medication, produced with no expiration |
| Dates — my track records take place up |
| Vacate my scrotum, I’m superstar nova |
| The more older with the art of doja |
| Hard composer, sharp as Moses, in the heart of Oakland |
| Listen to me tell my story — can you hear the music |
| It is so important, please do not confuse me with these bitched up clowns |
| Kill me with these magazines, personas that personify |
| A manufactured image, you need innovation in your nation |
| Can you hear the music — listen to me tell my story |
| Can you hear the music — listen to me tell my story |
| Yeah, listen to it; |
| man you trippin thinkin this is just some music |
| You gotta let it sink, get twisted to it |
| It’s mindbendin like change and innovation |
| Be time hittin, with the strength of syncopation |
| Each line meant it, just to make 'em took some patience |
| Crafted, with a master’s passion, put time in it |
| Soul searchin, scoured the earth |
| To reconnect and put out powers to work, check it |
| Check it walkin down the hallway, smokin a long J |
| Lookin out my window at the crooked and crippled |
| Enough that my temple did the migraine strain |
| It’s all simple in the O nigga life ain’t changed |
| But my aim at the range made vast improvements |
| Cowboys and Indians, the Browns don’t do shit |
| Useless, I let my essence make miracles |
| Fuck with Hieroglyphics, the universe be hearin you |
| S.O. |
| in the acronym, hustle cause we have to win |
| It’s time for some action write rhymes with my black pen |
| Peep, that, I’m all about the rap life |
| Run into the airport, tryin to catch the last flight |
| Quick, fast, back to the laboratory |
| I can add this story to my rap book then record it |
| Right on time, I used to bust mine |
| Down at 7−6-2, you remember this crew |
| I would never mislead you, I’m runnin the points |
| They got a license to carry and a gun in the joint |
| I’m tryin to kill that noise, build and destroy |
| Channel your energy cause I’m not your enemy |
| Can you hear the music. |
| You need innovation in your nation. |
| Listen to me tell my story. |
| Listen to me tell my story. |