Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drivin Round , by - Wu-BlockRelease date: 26.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drivin Round |
| Out the window with that Range or that muscle car |
| Arm hanging out the window |
| diamonds in that big Chopard |
| Weed in the cracked cigar, more sour in the jar |
| Looking both ways, I’m cautious when I’m (drivin' 'round) |
| Hoodrats that’s fresh, but barely feed their kids |
| Little kids that’s killers and love doing bids |
| Unemployment lines, Mexicans’ll work for nothing |
| You pray with them, but you don’t know who that priest been touching |
| Liquour stores, strip clubs, filthy whores |
| Somebody daughter getting ten singles to drop her drawers |
| Crack fiends buy a new TV for 20 beans |
| Niggas tryna get money, police (drivin' 'round) |
| Blue flags, red flags, different gangs |
| OG’s still outside, it never changes |
| McDonald’s, chinese food, a thousand chains |
| I’m just tryna use my brains when I’m (drivin' 'round) |
| Step in the car and go |
| Round down by your lady, and I be waiting at the door |
| We 'bout to go (drivin' 'round) |
| Look, I’m fresh back from out of state, |
| JFK arrival |
| A big spliff in my ashtray |
| July sunny day |
| And I’m feeling 'ight too, sliding through |
| Medina |
| I done pushed everything, I love the way the Benz swing |
| So I turn my music up |
| caught a thought, wrote it down |
| I’ve seen him come back from outta town and get laid down |
| His music loud, windows down, summer heat vibing |
| It’s live when I’m gliding, I’m smoking while I’m driving |
| Riding, mini skirts flirting while I’m passing, they waving |
| I’m leaning hard cruising, grooving to the beat |
| As I move through these mean streets |
| I beep at the seeds, stop, bless them with a little gwap |
| I keep it rolling, picture me trolling the big truck |
| (?), my cheap skin shearing all the leather |
| It’s a cold world, winter war weather |
| This is Wu-Block music for the black hooded champions |
| What is the key to life, with no ignition? |
| Another jump start, then I’m on my mission |
| I keep ID, insurance, and registration |
| Wu music, good hemp for stimulation |
| Pull out the station, yield to pedestrians |
| Blacks, whites, Asians, Indians and Mexicans |
| At the light, a base head, fragile as a Pringle |
| He asks me «can I spare a change?"I throw up singles |
| He mimics my song that’s on repeat |
| Addiction so strong, got him in knee deep |
| Button on his lapel, picture of Obama |
| Four years later we stuck in the same drama |
| These streets corners, just overcrowded saunas |
| Bigger losers drop weight, sweating from the trauma |
| Education to a thug is well debated |
| Each crime is kinfolk, all blood related |