hit it on the road Let me hit it on the road Let me hit it on the road Let me hit it on the road Let me hit it on the road [x2] Just got to New York
angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and
the road is never gonna end On this road there's a lotta, hills and mountains Peaks and valleys Even a lot of potholes on this road It's never smooth, on the road
't nobody stop it Unless your game's weak So player, don't sleep Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota Supermarket's all sold out on baking soda
' about you You may be gone but you're never over And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And it don't stop, oh And it don't quit, oh And I miss
hands out Im tiiiiired of the drama (Ho) Im bout to hop my ass off in my hummer (Ho) And hit the road like I was Carl Rayson On a va-cation, leave em
corner Everything don?t always happen like you planned it Demand it, over stand it then you handle it Fuck wishing, you missing the ambition on your
I never saw it coming hit me at full speed And severed all of my trust and bruised me internally Girl get out, make it fast, hit the road, here's some
ride On the merry-go-round that we call life Take your drive on cruise control Then you wait to find out it's a winding road I had my dreams in view
Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be Runnin while turnin
shaken Deeply dreaming about this demon, my daddy told me it was comin' Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written I'll be runnin'
, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and yuk with the l-g in the makin' It's stinkin', freakin' Bowlin' on
it here Tomorrow ain't a promise to me, so I don't live in fear I work until I touch it, stack it until I need it I spend it on what I want, re-up and
Na na na na Na na na na Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feelin' lit feelin' light, 2 A.M. summer night I don't care, hand on the wheel
VERSE 1: Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feelin? lit feelin? light, 2 am summer night. I don't care, hand on the wheel, drivin drunk,
shit on you man I can just 'do-do-do-do-do-do-do' and put a hit on you, man With hot heat that will make your heart beat quit on you man And Mr. Dawson
