The Game - Freeway lyrics
[The Game - Freeway lyrics]
I'll read you a bedtime story
You can get your ass tucked in
Walking down Wilmington
My bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies
Like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm
Hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway
Get your fucking body tossed off that freeway
Only Cali nigga with a beard like Freeway
Well James Harden too
But you know where he stay
Where my heat stay
Chop a nigga like a
Cheesecake over these gates
It's the projects, Pyrex for them objects
Move waste so I flex
Lord of the Rings
Told them text for them high bets
God bless the P9
Stretch them niggas here today
Gone tomorrow, etch-a-sketch them niggas
18th streets to the grapes
Niggas catching bodies over Jordan 5 grapes
Is it worth it? Yeah when you born worthless
Catch the bus to Beverly
Hills and snatch purses
Preachers calling serpents when they worship
So it's us against them
Let the steam hit the skin
When that pot working
From random tears to chandeliers
Pouring 40s for my peers, but my enemies
I'll read you a bedtime story
You can get your ass tucked in
Walking down Wilmington
My bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies
Like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm
Hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway
Now I'm on that 105 freeway
Heading to that 710 freeway
Chickens on the move, nigga it's a relay
I got them unmarked bills
In that briefcase with
That new face in that blue tape
Throwing Wingstop up out my window
You don't like my flow
I guess it's time to switch the tempo
I can pull a model bitch inside of Bento
Fresh as Mentos
Where you get them Js? Jordan sent those
Got my Glock cocked 'case a
Nigga think he fit those
Then his shit blow like it's endo
Over them custom kicks though
Hot then cold, hot chain then froze
But it's play to end goal
Riding round in those
Red Octobers in July, got 'em, you lie
You ran puddles
Peyton Manning with the cannon
Nigga no huddle
Noah butter, when you the king of the square
It's no trouble
When the city love you but them haters nigga
I'll read you a bedtime story
You can get your ass tucked in
Walking down Wilmington
My bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies
Like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm
Hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway
You can get your ass tucked in
Walking down Wilmington
My bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies
Like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm
Hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway
Get your fucking body tossed off that freeway
Only Cali nigga with a beard like Freeway
Well James Harden too
But you know where he stay
Where my heat stay
Chop a nigga like a
Cheesecake over these gates
It's the projects, Pyrex for them objects
Move waste so I flex
Lord of the Rings
Told them text for them high bets
God bless the P9
Stretch them niggas here today
Gone tomorrow, etch-a-sketch them niggas
18th streets to the grapes
Niggas catching bodies over Jordan 5 grapes
Is it worth it? Yeah when you born worthless
Catch the bus to Beverly
Hills and snatch purses
Preachers calling serpents when they worship
So it's us against them
Let the steam hit the skin
When that pot working
From random tears to chandeliers
Pouring 40s for my peers, but my enemies
I'll read you a bedtime story
You can get your ass tucked in
Walking down Wilmington
My bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies
Like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm
Hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway
Now I'm on that 105 freeway
Heading to that 710 freeway
Chickens on the move, nigga it's a relay
I got them unmarked bills
In that briefcase with
That new face in that blue tape
Throwing Wingstop up out my window
You don't like my flow
I guess it's time to switch the tempo
I can pull a model bitch inside of Bento
Fresh as Mentos
Where you get them Js? Jordan sent those
Got my Glock cocked 'case a
Nigga think he fit those
Then his shit blow like it's endo
Over them custom kicks though
Hot then cold, hot chain then froze
But it's play to end goal
Riding round in those
Red Octobers in July, got 'em, you lie
You ran puddles
Peyton Manning with the cannon
Nigga no huddle
Noah butter, when you the king of the square
It's no trouble
When the city love you but them haters nigga
I'll read you a bedtime story
You can get your ass tucked in
Walking down Wilmington
My bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies
Like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm
Hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway