My Ride

by Reubin   May 3, 2004


With a paint colt of yellow,shot a cop beside it to give it sum red stains/run him over leave him crippled,but he wondering why his got chest pains/
one bullet hits his backbone and the other hits his tempo lame brain/
even the cops know my car,i raced with them a couple of times/
aim at his tyre,car crash leave him in urgent need for a couple of pints/
my speedometer starts from 80 to infinity/
my car was tight as hell,even though i broke is virginity/
lay back when am on the wheel,who needs a Chiropractor/
switch my head lights on with the clapper/
interial leather seatÂ’s with a pocket 4 my XL magnum/
glove compartment and dash board blinging coz they are made from gold and platnium/
car so foreign,even the hooter got an accent/
10 inchers,this is more than an automobile/
wreckless driven but my ride is dentless though a lot of locals got killed/
bullet proof every thing,as i ride through your city dodging vipers/
its a concrete jungle out here,infested with snypers/
beam cleaning/before releaving the riffle,hot lead cums steaming/down/
my whip speeds through a screaming crowd/i barely make it out/ dentless,i look in the rear veiw,to see who i left behind me/
nobody,popo giving up,when they just got to follow the blood trail to find me/

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