Don't Get Gassed

Def Squad

Uh huh

Check it

[Verse 1]

No more long roads, my time's up

The rap game is bumper to bumper, I take a shortcut

I do a 120 down the Deegan

Fly past the cops, they like he's speeding

I'm in a two triple zero MB

Flaunt it, til the gas tank's empty

Yo, me and Redman take a detour

Uptown, park in front of Branson's store

I see a couple of chickens upon the scene

I roll down the window and I flash the greens

I got my hand upon the steering wheel, with the gangsta lean

Watch and rings, doin my thing, bling, bling

I'm out there sittin on Lorenzo's

Attractin, two, four, five, or six hoes

Uh, girls scream my name

And the hype crazy, it wasn't me it was the fame

E Dub the rap sugar cane

[Your homeboy drove up] I give a fuck who came

I'm off the hook like 27th street between 11th and 12th

All by myself

CHORUS:

Ayo, you think you holdin it down

Don't get gassed

On the real you and your mans are clowns

Don't get gassed

Ay, you think you flyer than me

Don't get gassed

I'm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass

Ay, you think you hold the crown

Don't get gassed

On the real you and your mans are clowns

Don't get gassed

Ay you think you flyer than me

Don't get gassed

I'm legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass

[Verse 2]

Check it, who wanna go at it, buck for buck

I come through like nigga what, in a Brinks truck

Blow it up like the Spanish cat, in Dead Presidents

Get the money, hand out gifts, in your residence

>From Snoop Dogg, "Bitch Please"

King of New York, "Christopher Walken" on MCs

I'm hard to please, excite me

Jump off the Brooklyn Bridge

Heads first, face, thug, and live

Now that my get you a "yo duke is ill"

But that still aint got shit to do with the skills

Uh, why you wanna go against me with no brains

When I'm a big dude, and you a buck and change

Me, I got no time for playin games

If it can't ride upon the track then switch lanes

New game, watch how I rearrange the structure

Here's a hundred grand, keep the change you fucker

I'm like the magazine, my flow is Upscale

My shit flourish, and yours don't sale

On the other hand, you're mad to def at SoundScan

And left wit a couple of fans

CHORUS:

So what you and your man went gold

Don't get gassed

I got a couple of million sold

Don't get gassed

I bet ya next year you fold

Don't get gassed

I'm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass

So what you and your man went gold

I got a couple of million sold

Don't get gassed

I bet ya next year you fold

Don't get gassed

I'm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass

Yeah

"Don't believe the hype"