Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit The Highway, artist - Soulja Slim. Album song Years Later A Few Months Later, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.08.2003
Record label: Eone
Song language: English
Hit The Highway |
Uh-huh, yeah look, feel me now |
Gonna feel me now uh uh, yeah uh |
Yeah, gon' feel me now |
It don’t stop, you know how I do’s it |
Always known, for making cut throat music |
Don’t ever rap about, I ain’t got nothing to do with |
I’m a old veteran, ya’ll be on some new shit |
I’m bout to lay this down, and get a few things clear |
The head cutter, like to see it when it’s done from ear to ear |
Did a year time in a cell, oh well |
Kept me some’ing air freshener, to kill the weed smell |
I done mine’s, and they still getting it out me |
Until I get off this paper, I’m gon' stay in and out it |
My lil' dogs around me, no convictions can take a leg |
When we step into Spade’s, whats you see is what you get |
Representing me and mine’s, like cut throat period |
With that look on my face, cause I’m stone bone serious |
I rap for the streets, I can never fall off |
Wasn’t feeling me then, you gon' feel me now dog uh |
(you gonna-gonna feel me), you gon' feel me |
Point blank this real life, don’t feel comfortable telling tales |
I don’t knock it because it sells, but see me I’ma keep it real |
P wasn’t upping no mail, so 'fore I jacked the clown |
I went on bout my bidness, that’s why we don’t fuck around |
Created a different sound, Cut Throat you hear it now |
Be cool, cause I can really make ya’ll seem lost and found |
I roll with two four pounds, told you that months befo' |
Keep playing like you don’t know, and I’ll be up at your front do' |
Move on it slow ha-ha, that’s how I play it |
I don’t forget nothing, forgot you showed me where you stay at |
I’m doing me you 'spose to hate that, but don’t diss me |
Your whole new family’ll get it, fucking 'round with me |
See that 2Pac clone you got, that gon' be the first |
Put 504 Boyz, on side of his hearse |
Now I got a murder rap, I’m going to trial |
Guilty or not guilty, you gon' feel me now uh |
I been getting mine’s, I ain’t never been signed |
Never knew what a contract looked like, till I own mine’s |
Cut Throat Records official now, and I’m the first artist |
Quick flip won’t lose out, long as I take the office |
The game is infested with sharks, and I’m in deep water |
I re-rock the game all over, like some shake from a quarter |
They water whipping ya’ll to death, look I’m solid |
Stay my distance from cheese eaters, don’t know if they wired |
I’m out chea', and I’m trying to be out chea' |
Bet you see me riding some’ing, two thousand and fo' year |
Oh yeah I’m bout my work, yes I’m is |
I done lived in some places, that give you boys the chills |
For real I’m to the bone, with the meat showing |
Ain’t no dope gon' be cut, without me knowing |
I been jones’ing for a lil' while, I’m still wild |
Maintain and get this paper, and make my own self proud |