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letra de drive-by (original) - tommy wright iii

[verse 1: tommy wright iii]
drive-by, hangin’ up out the window, smokin’ on the indo
gotta get them fools ’cause they gave the cops a little info
nine on my waistline, i get high, gun on my thigh
ridin’ low, scoopin’ up n-ggas in the hood that said they wanna go
gotta roll backstreets, smokin’ a junt with my n-gga mac t
al in the backseat, lookin’ for n-ggas we might wanna creep
ridin’, blazin’, rollin’ through frayser, step to me and we gon’ squab
nothin’ but some born gangsters hesitate, can’t wait to rob
n-gga be wonder why tommy be cl!cked up
but sometimes, mane, that’s just the way that i am
if you duck you still messed up, that ain’t gon’ help protect yourself
now it’s just you against my gas pedal and my break
and since you shot all through four corners
this is the last breath you’ll take
now you’re runnin’ through people yards, scared you gon’ end up dead
jumpin’ gates, but you can’t escape this laser infrared
spray your ass, just like they did ricky on that boyz in the hood
fool, ’cause i’m comin’ out the sunroof with some fire
it’s a drive-by (drive-by)

[verse 2: mac t dog]
drive-by, pass the glock, watch i chop your head off
shoot a trick, caused his dead, comin’ like a horror fl!ck
get a car, hit lemoyne, ballin’ on expressway, though
cheefin’, mane, i’m insane, then we makin’ gangster stains
spot a fool, he got a ki’, hook up on lakers street
start the prep-game, f-ck with chump change
want your sh-t, i’m vampin’, mane, downtown down
that’s where i’m found, with a half a pint of crown
drunk as h-ll, can’t you tell? them folks see me, you goin’ to jail
stopped at tree, get in the ride, see you, trick, i’m outie five
shot that fool in a eye ’cause i did a drive-by
[verse 3: mac t dog]
headed to the scene, as i run up in the pathway
c-ck my nine glock, hit ’em off at the alleyway
tommy popped the clip into the chrome plated .44
keep some extra bullets ’cause you know, we finna get ’em, though
ridin’ in the car, flat, paranoid, loced out
.30-30 in my hand to run up in a trick house
keep my hooptie on ’cause i’m finna do a drive-by
stain after stain, i’m collectin’ my m-o-n-e-y
sippin’ on my brew, as i tamper with my .44
slowly but surely to get you, trick, and send you to your funeral
bullets to your dome ’cause i’m constantly peelin’ caps back
me and my roadie tommy finna spray these tricks like cracker jacks
once again, rollin’ in my hooptie, somebody finna die
see you, trick, i got to vamp, i’m finna do a drive-by

[bridge: kinpgin skinny pimp]
(get buck) duck, n-gga, dodge, n-gga
(get buck) dodge, n-gga
(get buck) duck, n-gga, dodge, n-gga
(get buck) dodge, n-gga
(get buck) dodge, n-gga, dodge, n-gga
(get buck) dodge, n-gga

[outro]
rolled down the window and smoke, smoke
rolled down the window and smoke, smoke
rolled down the window and smoke, smoke
rolled down the window and smoke, smoke
rolled down the window and smoke, smoke
rolled down the window and smoke, smoke
rolled down the window and smoke, smoke
rolled down the window and smoke, smoke

- tommy wright iii

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