Freeway Sliding (feat. Da'ron) [Live]
Freeway slidin'
Free-fr-fr-fr-freeway slidin'
Wha'chu listening to Da'ron?
Two P's inna pod wit two bitches (two hoes)
On the freeway 105 whippin' (yeah)
Got ya hoe in the ride tip-drillin'
Hit Spring Street, Bob's Liquor widdit
Copped gear, then it's back to the pad
We be makin' dope shit
We ain't goin' out sad (not at all)
Got my feet propped up by the poolside
While I'm plottin' onna studio and new ride
Idea came thru witta freeway slap
Freeway Rick, tell my nigga "welcome back"
We don't need outsiders telling us how to do us
Nigga we the reason why your daughter wanna choose up
Real disrespectful, ain't it?
(Got word 'bout your work and they said it was tainted)
Man, that can't be me, you onna losing spree
Baby moms ran to support for the fee
So I'm OT widdit fasho (fasho)
Freeway slidin', boutta check in the mo'
Said I'm OT widdit fasho (fasho, yeah)
Freeway slidin', boutta check in the mo' (nigga)
Mashin' on the 60 Freeway like The Love Bug
Slappin' that hum-drum, damn we on the come up
(Was in the kitchen like the cocineros, cooking all summer)
To the bomb mamis, yo te quiero, nun but love for ya
On the Bluetooth, plotting moves wit the team
Gotta make the green just to keep the fit clean
I'm sliding thru in my coupe, bumpin' Snoop "gin and juice"
Got the freaky chicks loose, now we doin' what it do
Doing a few movies wit choosy groupies in twos
(I'm outta town Cali groovin' like I usually do)
Keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
I been feeling these beats ever since the womb
I put my mind to the grind every time, on me, on mine
Long days of overtime, hard work, sacrifice
Still grateful for this life, everyday that I rise
Really need my own strain and dank clothing line
Savage wit the graphics, we could make these plays happen
But for now I'm on the freeway in my own lane, smashin'
(Hella suckas seeking fame, so it's finna be traffic)
But the real gone shine through and make new music happen
Mind to the grind every time, on me, on mine (freeway slidin')
The real gone shine through and make new music happen (freeway slidin')
Mind to the grind every time, on me, on mine (freeway slidin')
The real gone shine through and make new music happen (freeway slidin')
Mind to the grind every time, on me, on mine (freeway slidin')
The real gone shine through and make new music happen (freeway slidin')
Mind to the grind every time, on me, on mine (freeway slidin')
The real gone shine through and make new music happen
Free-fr-fr-fr-freeway slidin'
Wha'chu listening to Da'ron?
Two P's inna pod wit two bitches (two hoes)
On the freeway 105 whippin' (yeah)
Got ya hoe in the ride tip-drillin'
Hit Spring Street, Bob's Liquor widdit
Copped gear, then it's back to the pad
We be makin' dope shit
We ain't goin' out sad (not at all)
Got my feet propped up by the poolside
While I'm plottin' onna studio and new ride
Idea came thru witta freeway slap
Freeway Rick, tell my nigga "welcome back"
We don't need outsiders telling us how to do us
Nigga we the reason why your daughter wanna choose up
Real disrespectful, ain't it?
(Got word 'bout your work and they said it was tainted)
Man, that can't be me, you onna losing spree
Baby moms ran to support for the fee
So I'm OT widdit fasho (fasho)
Freeway slidin', boutta check in the mo'
Said I'm OT widdit fasho (fasho, yeah)
Freeway slidin', boutta check in the mo' (nigga)
Mashin' on the 60 Freeway like The Love Bug
Slappin' that hum-drum, damn we on the come up
(Was in the kitchen like the cocineros, cooking all summer)
To the bomb mamis, yo te quiero, nun but love for ya
On the Bluetooth, plotting moves wit the team
Gotta make the green just to keep the fit clean
I'm sliding thru in my coupe, bumpin' Snoop "gin and juice"
Got the freaky chicks loose, now we doin' what it do
Doing a few movies wit choosy groupies in twos
(I'm outta town Cali groovin' like I usually do)
Keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
I been feeling these beats ever since the womb
I put my mind to the grind every time, on me, on mine
Long days of overtime, hard work, sacrifice
Still grateful for this life, everyday that I rise
Really need my own strain and dank clothing line
Savage wit the graphics, we could make these plays happen
But for now I'm on the freeway in my own lane, smashin'
(Hella suckas seeking fame, so it's finna be traffic)
But the real gone shine through and make new music happen
Mind to the grind every time, on me, on mine (freeway slidin')
The real gone shine through and make new music happen (freeway slidin')
Mind to the grind every time, on me, on mine (freeway slidin')
The real gone shine through and make new music happen (freeway slidin')
Mind to the grind every time, on me, on mine (freeway slidin')
The real gone shine through and make new music happen (freeway slidin')
Mind to the grind every time, on me, on mine (freeway slidin')
The real gone shine through and make new music happen
Credits
Writer(s): Darron Whim
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