The Mekanix, E 40, Mitchy Slick - 18 Wheeler lyrics
[The Mekanix, E 40, Mitchy Slick - 18 Wheeler lyrics]
Rap snacks noodles celery and
Onions and chicken thighs
Stand on my bunyan's I pack
A gun and I pack a knife
I don't own a crystal ball don't
Know who plottin' my demise
It Could be any day now
The element of surprise
Gotta watch ya front and back when
You mobbin mashin and stackin
The reason I say that cause
Hella random shit happen
Right now I'm stuffin a cone with
A halfa 8th of okra
Sipping my prosecco makin ah mimosa
Everything I do is player if you dare to care
I won't fuck you out yo
Money patna I play fair
You can you can give your
People the world for certain
But the more you keep giving em you hurtin em
If I throw you an alley oop you betta dunk it
If I give you a jump it's up
To you to keep the car running
If I give you the manuscript
You better read it
Soak it up like a sponge and receive it b
I'm still living like I'm in the crack era
Big ol' rims and candy painted panamera
This is that game that is only for sale bra
(You only get out what you put in)
I bought ah 18 Wheeler tired of
Waiting on the mail blood
I ain’t gone steer you wrong
Ima steer you right believe
When I was young I studied the OG’s
A student of the trenches in the cut
Why you think that I’m so gamed up
Look at my young ngga he ain’t
A rapper he a trapper
Coming around the corner with
The outstanding blapper
A lot of these dudes is solid not no poodle
(poodle) cool with everybody neutral
(Neutral) got a voice out here in the
Slums he ain’t no coward
Hella loved in the trenches got man power
I was on this earth before
2 million years ago
I had dreams I was flying I was a bald eagle
I believe in déjà vu and reincarnation
(Right)
I done been here before God’s creation
(Life) gotta get out and get it to get ahead
(forther) work now rest when you’re dead
(In that order) bitch!
I'm still living like I'm in the crack era
Big ol' rims and candy painted panamera
This is that game that is only for sale bra
(You only get out what you put in)
I bought ah 18 Wheeler tired of
Waiting on the mail blood
Onions and chicken thighs
Stand on my bunyan's I pack
A gun and I pack a knife
I don't own a crystal ball don't
Know who plottin' my demise
It Could be any day now
The element of surprise
Gotta watch ya front and back when
You mobbin mashin and stackin
The reason I say that cause
Hella random shit happen
Right now I'm stuffin a cone with
A halfa 8th of okra
Sipping my prosecco makin ah mimosa
Everything I do is player if you dare to care
I won't fuck you out yo
Money patna I play fair
You can you can give your
People the world for certain
But the more you keep giving em you hurtin em
If I throw you an alley oop you betta dunk it
If I give you a jump it's up
To you to keep the car running
If I give you the manuscript
You better read it
Soak it up like a sponge and receive it b
I'm still living like I'm in the crack era
Big ol' rims and candy painted panamera
This is that game that is only for sale bra
(You only get out what you put in)
I bought ah 18 Wheeler tired of
Waiting on the mail blood
I ain’t gone steer you wrong
Ima steer you right believe
When I was young I studied the OG’s
A student of the trenches in the cut
Why you think that I’m so gamed up
Look at my young ngga he ain’t
A rapper he a trapper
Coming around the corner with
The outstanding blapper
A lot of these dudes is solid not no poodle
(poodle) cool with everybody neutral
(Neutral) got a voice out here in the
Slums he ain’t no coward
Hella loved in the trenches got man power
I was on this earth before
2 million years ago
I had dreams I was flying I was a bald eagle
I believe in déjà vu and reincarnation
(Right)
I done been here before God’s creation
(Life) gotta get out and get it to get ahead
(forther) work now rest when you’re dead
(In that order) bitch!
I'm still living like I'm in the crack era
Big ol' rims and candy painted panamera
This is that game that is only for sale bra
(You only get out what you put in)
I bought ah 18 Wheeler tired of
Waiting on the mail blood