cut the check so please respect Young Hov Before I hit y'all with the tech And turn ya lights down low Woah! [Chorus: Dre & Freeway] Lights get low (Low
even through yet Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya Even now make it good to ya, remember me? I love fuckin slow with the lights low
' high in the sky, lookin low at the pump Got a trunk full of beat, and a freak in every seat On my way from freeway to the presidential suite And b you
young to die Ain't waiting for next time to see all the Bright lights, To see it all. We'll drive in the fast lane out on the freeway Tell us to slow
2] [Verse 1] Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right) This bitch dimmed the lights
(feat. Ready Roc & Streetlife) [Redman:] Yo, I hit the 'freeway' after I 'rock the mic' Light up like Showtime when they about to fight How bout dat,
thang, fuck a blunt Ridin at the highway, thangs going my way Tell the bitches that be goin to my place Fellin like Teddy Pendagrass on the freeway Get
outta you, dough that ain't right to do Put that dough and get your body viewed [Verse Four: Freeway] Let me get five for twenty, or seven for thrity
, we say What, do I do? To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uhh My love for you, c'mon C'mon, we get high C'mon, we get ride C'mon, we get live Live
say I done Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya Got to get the fuck out of here, yeah right This bitch dimmed the lights
perkin' keeps in goin' A full house in my dank room blow air Nigga disrespect, don't let it slide Go get your entourage fool time to ride I spots red lights
too damn young to die Ain?t waiting for next time to see all the bright lights To see it all We?ll drive in the fast lane, out on the freeway Tell us
the right amount of bills, I bring 'em where you stay Y'all hate Freeway, scared when you see the Freeway But you wanna kill Freeway, your girl ride the Freeway
days The new frontier is a freeway 5 PM is a rat race Even Eastwood moved to Monterey Yeah, it's Lean Cuisines, microwaves Silicone and cellophane, 'Aliens' in Hollywood Bright lights
come up outta you, dough that ain't right to do Put that dough and get your body viewed [Verse Four: Freeway] Let me get five for twenty, or seven for
On the bridge, throwing buckets at the cars on the freeway I'm smoking square snatching heads instead of bags Lighting candles in your necks so I can light
