drive me, drive me wild You drive me wild You really drive me wild You drive me wild 'Cause it's drive time, baby Drive me wild It's drive time, baby
Traduction: M People. Drive Time.
(Nah!), point blank will open yea face, (Nah) Till I'm white like a baked patatoe And I'm not new at this, I'm on the jet, but aint nothing change but
[DJ Envy:] Yeah its the peoples choice DJ Envy [Big Mike:] alongside the kid Big Mike [DJ Envy:] You know how we do One more time on the sneak tip Why
microphone check, one, two, one, two Good? Just had to make sure I'm coming through With the driver Ricky Bobby More class than the college And the shine of Liberachi About time
following a dollar finds nothing but stress But I'm going hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock Driving
I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some
you want now? Fire done burn What you want? Bucky done gun Get crackin' Get get crackin' Time to spare, new shit I'm rockin' on this new bed I'm hot
you want now? Fire done burn What you want? Bucky done gun Get crackin' Get get crackin' Time to spare, new s*** I'm rockin' on this new bed I'm hot
The Fire Done Burn What you want Bucky Done Gun Get Crackin' Get Get Crackin' [x2] Time to spit new shit I'm rocking on this new bit I'm hot now
and spite Who the hell is this person That's standing in front of me Oh baby, please help me, I'm loosing my best friend But I know in time that people
of feelin all Around me animosity Just worry about yours 'Cause I'ma get mine Now people can't you see [Justin:] It doesn't matter 'Bout the car I drive
your cracks, come to terms with yourself If you don't get any bigger Pink Caddy driving, black boot stomping Yes! I'm that kind of nigga Brother J, whatcha
you and my cash I'm a choose money everytime, anyway I always get a new whip Besides, I'm what bitches be tryna find, I'm young, black and I'm rich If
corner to corner, looking at the devil Making my brothers think, they got nine lives They was so gangsta, until Lucifer got 'em caught up in a drive by
my mind, from all the stress and the drama in my life) I'm so high (I'm so high I'm so thoed, rolling cruise control) And I'm so tired (I'm so tired,
my words, why they want me to speak I'm feeling worse, even though I put my family first I'm shedding tears cause I feel as if I'm headed to the dirt
