Drive by (Letra)
You killed my fuckin’ brotha
Payback muthafucka
1 – 8 – 7 nigga
Watch me pull this fuckin’ trigga
Revenge
Drive-by
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Drive By (Letra)
(duran duran)
It was the hottest day in july
And all along santa monica blvd
Cars were stood still
And a gleaming metal tube
Would stretch all the way from the highlands
Back to la brea.
And she met under los angeles sunshine
Young man was sitting at the wheel
On his way to make a pickup
Turned off the air-con
Rolled down the window
And began to sweat
Out over the hollywood hills
He saw the clouds building
Like great dark towers of rain
Ready to come tumbling down
Any day now
Not a day too soon
(any day now)
And as the music drifted in
From other cars
His eyes started to slip
This is the story of his dream
Silver…
(sing blue silver, sing sing blue silver)
This is the story of his dream….
Drive By (Letra)
Chorus-2x
Hit the weed
Pass the dough
Mask’em face
Hide the yo
Ride on up
Not too fast
Point the guns
Kill yo’ ass
1st verse
I’m a north memphis nigga
My nigga to my last days
And when i’m dead and i’m gone let the blunts blaze
See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up
But fuck the signs
If ya step i hold my chrome up
Don’t give a fuck
‘bout them niggas that you hangin’ wit’
I’m rollin’ up
Let this tech start sangin’ bitch
I never quit til’ you violators take a nap
Pop in yo’ car
Blew yo’ brains in yo’ potnah’s lap
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don’t wanna catch
A murder charge
See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
You snort a line in yo’ mind
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo’ shit’ll leave a nice hole
It’s project pat on the track wit’ the dope cookin’
And where i’m from
Grown men don’t take no ass whoopins
Chorus-2x
2nd verse
Not only weak niggas like to start bullshitta
But in the street couple hollow points will hit ya
I’m watching out for you ones that are sheisty
I’m low on cheese so i might pull a heisty
I know you punk motherfuckers wanna test me
Because yo’ bitch like to bow down and bless me
Don’t give a damn get yo’ mama house shot up
And have her stiff like some crack that’s been rocked
Up
You fucked up and now you gotta pay the cost
Cause youse a hoe
And i’m the motherfucking boss
Automatic when i aim you say bye-bye
Yo’ family sad you got killed in a drive-by
And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang
What you gon’ do
When that thang’s in ya face man
It’s project pat wit’ that 12 guage strapped ya’ll
I blow yo’ chest out yo’ motherfucking back dawg
Chorus-4x
Pat starts talking over chorus til end