On The Freeway

Bizzy:

She's ridin' on the

highway, highway, highway.

Cat Cody:

She's ridin' on

the highway.

Bizzy:

Tellin' me to

be careful.

Cat Cody:

Zoom, zoom, zoom,

zoom, zoom.

Bizzy:

Tellin' me to be careful though so dangerous. I say

let's change it. Put on your coat and call up the

chauffeur. Oh, gotta leave the

babies. Face-to-face it's goin' down, baby lace

it with some basement as [just a little] just a little

temptation, and bury it

underground. And make ya nigga feel famous and say

"Hey, fuck the pages." Off to the freeway--anxious to

play. [Damn]

Baby protect my health and yourself and everyone

else. And lady respect my patience from temptations.

Let off all that

frustration, all is well, hell, what are

you waiting for? Basic relations waitin', wakin' up in

the storm.

Bizzy:

Roll with me.

Roll, can't you come over?

Cat Cody:

Have you ever made love, on

the freeway, the freeway?

Have you ever met your lover

out on the highway? Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Bizzy:

When I put you

in my car...

Cat Cody:

Zoom, zoom.

Bizzy:

...move far. We chose to lose time and, my, why there

you are. When I saw that night, I had to call. It's

gotta be right, it couldn't

be wrong. Lookin' in far fallen and gone, lookin' at

the stars, all of them, long. And on the freeway,

baby believe me, gotta take it

easy. Yet appeasin' to please 'em. Oh, Jesus,

she's breathin' on me! But I ain't that weak to put

her to sleep, so respectful,

respect your temple, subliminal. Probably

pause in the distance, reminisce visual, member my car.

Bizzy:

Roll with me.

Roll, can't you come over?

Cat Cody:

Have you ever made love, on

the freeway, the freeway?

Have you ever met your lover

out on the highway? Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Bizzy:

We're peekin' each other's secrets. [Shhh.] No

speakin', just heavy breathin'. [Why don't you take a

ride with me? C'mon.]

Cat Cody:

Friday!

Bizzy:

Friday evenin' clear through the weekend we're

peakin' each others secrets. No speakin', just heavy

breathin'. A quarter inch

from your cleavage. The reason you got me.

Teasin--be gentle. Interested sexual in a room to

touch you eventual, too much

potential. Lookin' at you sensual. Let you go,

roll, have your space, and I'll be paper chasin' up

and down, straight ghetto face.

And have you ever fell in love just as

much that you forgot about everyone just for their touch?

Bizzy:

Roll with me.

Roll, can't you come over?

Cat Cody:

Just for that touch.

Cat Cody:

Roll. Come on and roll with

me. Stroll. Come on and stroll with me.

Girl, can't you come over? Stroll with me?

Cat Cody:

Yea, you can. Yea,

you can go with me.

Yea, I know

you can.

Cat Cody:

C'mon, yea you can.

I know you can.

Just ride with me.