Bizzy Bone

Bizzy Bone - On The Freeway lyrics

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She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway

(She's ridin' on the highway)

She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway

(She's ridin' on the highway)

She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway

(She's ridin' on the highway)

She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway

Tellin' me to be careful

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom,zoom

Tellin' me to be carful though so dangerous

I say let's change it

Put on your coat and call up the chauffer

Oh, gotta leave the babies

Face-to-face it's goin' down

Baby lace it with some basment as (just a little)

Just a little temptation, and bury it underground

And make ya nigga feel famous and say "Hey, fuck the pages"

Off to the freeway, anxious to play

(Damn) Baby protect my health and yourself and everyone else

And lady respect my patience from temptations

Let off all that frustration, all is well, hell, what are you waitng for?

Basic relations waitin', wakin' up in the storm

Roll with me

Roll, can't you come over?

Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway?

Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? Ah, ah, ah, ah

When I Put you in my car (Zoom, zoom) move far

We chose to lose time and, my, why there you are

When I saw that night, I had to call

It's gotta be right, it couldn't be wrong

Lookin' in far fallen and gone, lookin' at the stars, all of them, long

And on the freeway, baby believe me, gotta take it easy

Yet appeasin' to please 'em

Oh, Jesus, she's breathin' on me!

But I ain't that weak to put her to sleep

So respectful, respect your temple, subliminal

Probably pause in the distance, reminisce visual, member my car

Roll with me

Roll, can't you come over?

Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway?

Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? Ah, ah, ah, ah

We're peekin' each other's secrets (Shhh)

No speakin', just heavy breathin'

(Why don't you take a ride with me? C'mon)

Friday!

Friday evenin' clear through the weekend we're peakin' each others secrets

No speakin', just heavy breathin'

A quarter inch from your cleavage

The reason you got me

Teasin'--be gentle

Interested sexual in a room to touch you eventual, too much potential

Lookin' at you sensual

Let you go, roll, have your space

And I'll be paper chasin' up and down, straight ghetto face

And have you ever fell in love

Just as much that you forgot about everyone just for their touch?

Roll with me

Roll, can't you come over?

Just for that touch

Roll, come on and roll with me

Stroll, come on and stroll with me

Girl, can't you come over?

Stroll with me?

Yea, you can.

Yea, you can go with me

Yea, I know you can

C'mon, yea you can

I know you can

Just ride with me

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