Masta k**a - Drivin' Round lyrics

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Out the window with that Range or that muscle car Arm hanging out the window, diamonds in that big Chopard Weed in the cracked cigar, more sour in the jar Looking both ways, I'm cautious when I'm (drivin' 'round) Hoodrats that's fresh, but barely feed their kids Little kids that's k**ers and love doing bids Unemployment lines, Mexicans'll work for nothing You pray with them, but you don't know who that priest been touching Liquour stores, strip clubs, filthy who*es Somebody daughter getting ten singles to drop her drawers Crack fiends buy a new TV for 20 beans n***as tryna get money, police (drivin' 'round) Blue flags, red flags, different gangs OG's still outside, it never changes McDonald's, chinese food, a thousand chains I'm just tryna use my brains when I'm (drivin' 'round) [Hook: Erykah Badu] Step in the car and go Round down by your lady, and I be waiting at the door We 'bout to go (drivin' 'round) [Verse 2: Masta k**a] Look, I'm fresh back from out of state, JFK arrival A big spliff in my ashtray, July sunny day And I'm feeling 'ight too, sliding through Medina I done pushed everything, I love the way the Benz swing So I turn my music up, caught a thought, wrote it down I've seen him come back from outta town and get laid down His 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 them with a little guap I keep it rolling, picture me twirling the big truck U com, my cheap skin shearing all the leather It's a cold world, winter war weather This is Wu-Block music for the black hooded champions [Hook] [Verse 3: GZA] 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 for stimulation Pull out the station, yell to pedestrians Blacks, whites, Asians, Indians and Mexicans At the light, a base head, fragile as a Pringle He asks me "can I spare a change?" I throw up singles He mimics my song that's on repeat Addiction so strong, got him in knee deep bu*ton on his lapel, picture of Obama Four years later we stuck in the same drama These streets corners, just overcrowded saunas Bigger losers drop weight, sweating from the trauma Education to a thug is well debated Each crime is kinfolk, all blood related [Hook]