Drivin' Round Lyrics - Gza

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 gwap 

I keep it rolling, picture me trolling the big truck 

(?), my cheap skin shearing all the leather 

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 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 

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