Ghostface k**ah - Drivin' Round lyrics

Yeah, out the window of that range or that muscle car Arm hanging out the window, diamonds in that big shepard Weed in the crack cigar, more sour in the jar Looking both ways, I'm cautious when I'm ("drivin' round") Hood rats that's fresh but barely feed they kids Little kids that's k**as and love doing bids Unemployment lines, mexicans'll work for nothing You pray with 'em but you don't who that priest been touching Liquor stores, strip clubs, filthy who*es Somebody daughter getting ten singles to drop her drawers Crack fiends buy new tv for twenty beans n***as trynna get money, police ("drivin' round") Blue flags, red flags, different gangs Og's still outside, it never change Mcdonald's, chinese food, a thousand chains I'm just trynna 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 idle, slide through Medina, son I done pushed everything, I love the way the benz swing So I turn my music low, caught a thought, wrote it down I seen 'em come back from out of town and get laid down It's 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 pa**ing 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 'em with a little gwop, ha I keep it rolling, picture me, twirling The big truck, yukon, my sheep skin showing all the leathers It's a cold world, winter war weather This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions Step in the car and go Round down by your lady and I Be waiting at the door We bout to go ("drivin' round") 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 and stimulation Pull out the station, yield to pedestrians Blacks, whites, asians, indians and mexicans At the light, the ba** head, fragile as the pringle He ask me can I spare change, I throw him singles He mimics my song that's on repeat Addictions so strong, got him in knee deep bu*tons on his lapel, picture of obama Four years later we stuck in this same drama These street corners, just over crowded saunas Biggest losers drop weight, sweating from the trauma Education to a thug is well debated Each crime is kinfolk, all bloods related Step in the car and go Round down by your lady and I Be waiting at the door We bout to go ("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") Step in the car and go Round down by your lady and I Be waiting at the door We bout to go ("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") Step in the car and go Round down by your lady and I Be waiting at the door We bout to go ("drivin' round")