Highway 101
I stay ready man
One time
Jumped in biohazard in my dreams, turned me to everything I believe
It surge power all through my body, water all through my rings
And the crown is a perfect fit, I am finally the King
The wisdom I got from Granny, I swear it was everything
I was skating on thin ice but I made it across the rink
And Jalean closed his eyes and he died when he fell asleep
It filled me up wit Heat, And Now I'm finally fired up
Fillin up a B, Cuz I don't feel I'm high enough
Make a call to Weems, with a stallion he'll ride up
Build a coliseum with the bodies that'll pile up
Beef is like a bone thrown to doggy he'll rile up
Jump and grab a mushroom I size up
Few good reps I'll bust through the lineup
Good taste, her lingerie was designer
Good Dick, put 6 kinks in her spinal
Wessy is like the Don just like 6 o'clock in the morning
I ain't gotta revise I'm the closest being to flawless
They kick us into the ghetto then ghetto is what they call us
If that ain't gentrification then I don't know what to call it
But you can build a portfolio starting wit a deposit
You can save you a dollar just needle and thread ya pocket
Embroiderize my niggas encrusting em in a locket
Give a moment of silence while bellowing out the chronic
Say she need her some space so I had to go astronomic
That's something she wasn't expecting she blacking out like a gothic
Columbia River relaxation on something tropic
On my high horse and ain't 'nare nigga that's gon stop it
That ass got 44 grip she gon cock it
It's steamy when she bust it open like a crockpot
It got power when she bust it open like a top shot
Gimme head till my head fall back drop top lil baby
Keep it runnin
Strumming
It's never been a time greater than the moment when my son took his first breath
Man even Back then whenever I need money for a sack or for a function
I would work until the first check, and then I dash off
Because I never had wanted to work my ass off
Had more intentions to knock a damey and pass off
I'd run them plays until the 4th quarter with 30 seconds left
And coach would trust me wit the last toss
One time
Jumped in biohazard in my dreams, turned me to everything I believe
It surge power all through my body, water all through my rings
And the crown is a perfect fit, I am finally the King
The wisdom I got from Granny, I swear it was everything
I was skating on thin ice but I made it across the rink
And Jalean closed his eyes and he died when he fell asleep
It filled me up wit Heat, And Now I'm finally fired up
Fillin up a B, Cuz I don't feel I'm high enough
Make a call to Weems, with a stallion he'll ride up
Build a coliseum with the bodies that'll pile up
Beef is like a bone thrown to doggy he'll rile up
Jump and grab a mushroom I size up
Few good reps I'll bust through the lineup
Good taste, her lingerie was designer
Good Dick, put 6 kinks in her spinal
Wessy is like the Don just like 6 o'clock in the morning
I ain't gotta revise I'm the closest being to flawless
They kick us into the ghetto then ghetto is what they call us
If that ain't gentrification then I don't know what to call it
But you can build a portfolio starting wit a deposit
You can save you a dollar just needle and thread ya pocket
Embroiderize my niggas encrusting em in a locket
Give a moment of silence while bellowing out the chronic
Say she need her some space so I had to go astronomic
That's something she wasn't expecting she blacking out like a gothic
Columbia River relaxation on something tropic
On my high horse and ain't 'nare nigga that's gon stop it
That ass got 44 grip she gon cock it
It's steamy when she bust it open like a crockpot
It got power when she bust it open like a top shot
Gimme head till my head fall back drop top lil baby
Keep it runnin
Strumming
It's never been a time greater than the moment when my son took his first breath
Man even Back then whenever I need money for a sack or for a function
I would work until the first check, and then I dash off
Because I never had wanted to work my ass off
Had more intentions to knock a damey and pass off
I'd run them plays until the 4th quarter with 30 seconds left
And coach would trust me wit the last toss
Credits
Writer(s): Troy Frison Jr.
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