Drivin' Round (feat. Masta Killa / GZA / Erykah Badu)

Yeah, you know we been all over the world, man

Everybody always ask us like

How it's going down on your side of town, and all that

Youknowhatimean, youknowhatimsaying

They think it's all glitz and glamour, youknowhatimean

They don't really understand what we see out of our window

Youknowhatimean, when we ("drivin' round")

Yeah, out the window of that range or that muscle car

Arm hanging out the window, diamonds in that big shepard

Weed in the crack cigar, more sour in the jar

Looking both ways, I'm cautious when I'm ("drivin' round")

Hood rats that's fresh but barely feed they kids

Little kids that's killas and love doing bids

Unemployment lines, mexicans'll work for nothing

You pray with 'em but you don't who that priest been touching

Liquor stores, strip clubs, filthy whores

Somebody daughter getting ten singles to drop her drawers

Crack fiends buy new tv for twenty beans

Niggas trynna get money, police ("drivin' round")

Blue flags, red flags, different gangs

Og's still outside, it never change

Mcdonald's, chinese food, a thousand chains

I'm just trynna 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 idle, slide through medina, son

I done pushed everything, I love the way the benz swing

So I turn my music low, caught a thought, wrote it down

I seen 'em come back from out of town and get laid down

It's 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 'em with a little gwop, ha

I keep it rolling, picture me, twirling

The big truck, yukon, my sheep skin showing all the leathers

It's a cold world, winter war weather

This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions

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 and stimulation

Pull out the station, yield to pedestrians

Blacks, whites, asians, indians and mexicans

At the light, the bass head, fragile as the pringle

He ask me can I spare change, I throw him singles

He mimics my song that's on repeat

Addictions so strong, got him in knee deep

Buttons on his lapel, picture of obama

Four years later we stuck in this same drama

These street corners, just over crowded saunas

Biggest losers drop weight, sweating from the trauma

Education to a thug is well debated

Each crime is kinfolk, all bloods related