Paroles:
Driver Eight

some niggas making plans with the cops Trying to figure how to make this animal stop Who these niggas trying to take down Break down, tray pound, eight

, these white pills aren't kind i've given a lot of thought on this thirteen hour drive I miss the grinded concrete where we sat past eight or nine

of mid-day to objects below When, what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer With a little old driver,

tentor will pull up to a seven mile drive through in mcdonalds and pile drive you i've got the power to snap the driver out of his zeddy bower while he drives

nine and ten of spades, All he needed was the eight... And then the Lord he called for one more card, But he drew the diamond eight, And the Devil said

care of my peeps when the street is hot You need a place to stay, just pull out the cot And I swerve in the two-door car without no shotgun Driver took

a drive-in show I know just the right place to go I'll be over, pick you up at eight This will be our very first date When we're parkin' in the drive

be eating like ray j eat the pussy, Hey check it, I beat the pussy up like kimbo (slicee), Now you know they say your boy ray j he ' s a nympho, Drive

fuck'll fuck around? Game spitter, Range sitter, Bentley driver nigga Keep a full clip I have to empty out on niggaz Hoe bagger, no slacker, get this shit jumpin like eight