Wu Block, Masta Killa, GZA, Erykah Badu - Drivin' Round lyrics

Out the window with that Range
Or that muscle car
Arm hanging out the window
Diamonds in that big Chopard
Weed in the cracked cigar
More sour in the jar
Looking both ways, I'm cautious when I'm
(drivin' 'round) hoodrats that's fresh
But barely feed their kids
Little kids that's killers and
Love doing bids unemployment lines
Mexicans'll work for nothing
You pray with them, but, you don't know who
That priest been touching
Liquour stores, strip clubs, filthy whores
Somebody daughter getting ten singles
To drop her drawers
Crack fiends buy a new TV for 20 beans
Niggas tryna get money, police
(drivin' 'round)
Blue flags, red flags, different gangs
OG's still outside, it never changes
McDonald's, chinese food, a thousand chains
I'm just tryna use my brains when I'm
(drivin' 'round)

Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady, and I
Be waiting at the door
We 'bout to go (drivin' 'round)

Look, I'm fresh back from out of state
JFK arrival
A big spliff in my ashtray, July sunny day
And I'm feeling 'ight too
Sliding through Medina
I done pushed everything
I love the way the Benz swing
So I turn my music up, caught a thought
Wrote it down
I've seen him come back from outta
Town and get laid down
His music loud, windows down
Summer heat vibing
It's live when I'm gliding
I'm smoking while I'm driving
Riding, mini skirts flirting
While I'm passing, they waving
I'm leaning hard cruising
Grooving to the beat
As I move through these mean streets
I beep at the seeds, stop
Bless them with a little guap
I keep it rolling
Picture me twirling the big truck
Yukon, my sheepskin shearling on the leather
It's a cold world, winter war weather
This is Wu-Block music for
The black hooded champions

Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady, and I
Be waiting at the door
We 'bout to go (drivin' 'round)

What is the key to life, with no ignition?
Another jump start, then I'm on my mission
I keep ID, insurance, and registration
Wu music, good hemp for stimulation
Pull out the station, yield to pedestrians
Blacks, whites, Asians, Indians and Mexicans
At the light, a base head
Fragile as a Pringle
He asks me "can I spare a
Change?" I throw up singles
He mimics my song that's on repeat
Addiction so strong, got him in knee deep
Button on his lapel, picture of Obama
Four years later we stuck in the same drama
These streets corners
Just overcrowded saunas
Bigger losers drop weight
Sweating from the trauma
Education to a thug is well debated
Each crime is kinfolk, all blood related

Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady, and I
Be waiting at the door
We 'bout to go (drivin' 'round)