Rollin' Down the Freeway (feat. Kali, Glasses Malone & Termanology)

Show up Kali Glasses Statik Rollin' down the freeway, that's right I'm movin' down the freeway, stepping on the gas Switchin' my gears, try not to crash The bright city lights got me moving so fast One twenty on the dash, chasin' that cash You can say I'm speedin', tearing up the season Flied by the cops, like I ain't even see them Driving through LA, right through downtown Flying through traffic, I gotta slow down I gotta take it easy, but I don't know how Twenty-two inch rims sittin' low to the ground When I trip, they scrapin', check my location I'm getting road rage, I ain't got no patience I'm runnin' red lights, talking on the phone Ridin' shotgun with Glasses Malone With West Coast Song, plus Statik on the beat Midnight Club, I'm a savage on the streets Movin' down the freeway, in the fast lane Anybody see me, getting cash, man Drinkin' my cup, well in my hair Movin' my (shh), doin' my thang Rollin' down the freeway, catch me if you can Rollin' down the freeway, well in my hand Rollin' down the freeway, about a hundred grand Wrapped in rubber bands, my man I said, "My life's like an automobile" The brake's kinda rough, engine feels slippin' cause the gas too much My check, all your light in the high beam phone But too late, it's broke, the paper plates is gone Registration is old, apart from getting told I could barely make it up the oval My transmission is sissin', the radiator missing The rides and all the pistons, they always be trippin' The stick shift don't wanna go again The mirrors is gone, can't see in the rear But my paint job clean, rim's twenty-four's Look good on the outside, but only I know That the inside really need work Like the stomach wouldn't hurt, I yell, "You a jerk" Nah, I just can't go far My paint too hard, my life like a car Movin' down the freeway, in the fast lane Anybody see me, getting cash, man Drinkin' my cup, well in my hair Movin' my (shh), doin' my thang Rollin' down the freeway, catch me if you can Rollin' down the freeway, well in my hand Rollin' down the freeway, about a hundred grand Wrapped in rubber bands, my man If you talk 'bout whips, talk bout G Your call, hop around, always talkin' bout me Object the convo, they're so gonzo Street Race king, young head honcho Left dudes warning, the heat like alonzo Lost a big bet, the price of a condo I'm so sick, Nike on the cad Cars too quick, my wife even fast That's life on the L, life on the coast We live in the car, head wrapped around turn Haters get bold, they try anything The heats get exposed if you let the semi-flame Go back to the wheel, then I flip like gymnastics Had anything, from Benz to a classic Hold me on the game, name it, then I add it Then passed to my team, feelin' like magic Dodge on deck, courtesy of Birdman Phantom up next, courtesy of Mac-10 West coast baller, call us the pac ten Try that bull, we shoot like Paxi Then at the wink of a eye, man, I'm gone Too much motive, you can't catch Malone I mean like, come on man, you think I rap cool behind the wheel Dog, I'm ill, just the god damn fool Rollin' down the freeway Rollin' down the freeway Rollin' down the freeway