Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hit The Highway , by - Soulja Slim. Song from the album Years Later A Few Months Later, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |