our lives Head on full steam the only thing we?ll ever need Is our hearts to feel the love that comes behind the wheel Acoustic night to fill in for
Platinum Re-Up is the gang, I rep with a passion Till the wheels fall off and it all come crashing Malice with Mr. Kardinal Behind dark tint like we on the prowl Nothing
wheels of fire I come rollin' down here Come on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising
Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right Moving up, East Oakland
we laid in bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel
out of fifteen cents Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster Real big wheel when a gun is in his hands Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
up big spliff Inna mi hand and Hennessey inna mi cup Yuh see the gal dem wi ve up is like sum angel Abducted dem fat and grad up Yuh a here mi when yuh
highway, behind the wheel Or you could do it my way, relax and chill You could worship SP sell cracks and peels Bitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field Run up
hook it up with them vatos who can hook it up Wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up When I'm done juice them up, go back out and use some
you might find yo sight Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor Elder fella, lookin' for
Tweeter and the monkey man were hard up for cash They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash To an undercover cop who had a sister named jan For
You can't leave until you know the truth So for months you're going nowhere Until you seize the day and place yourself behind the steering wheel Oh,
I drive a yellow Volvo, '86 submarine Someone's behind me in an Escalade Trying to blind me with their high beams I make a left, I'm the road to nowhere
they mama, man, these niggaz full of drama They might smoke some marijuana but won't get up off they ass Till I come down in my slab, posted up behind
sweating me, niggaz betting me That the laws behind my Lam', think they could catch me I think not, I'ma mash to the spot Turning corners hitting blocks, got the sturning wheel
out like a vet Big old gigantic West Coast niggas tripping on they set Under buckets, new toys, looking out for the Elroys Decoys, D-boys, searching for destroys Cocaine for
up out the flames with the K firing We ridin', we ridin' We coming up out the flames with the K firing Me and my boy Lil' Wayne rolling Strapped up in
Only you are crying there behind the silver screen Now you battle dragons, but they'll all turn into frogs When you grab the wheel of fortune, you get caught up