DJ Kay Slay & Black Hippy - Highway To Hell lyrics
rate meAh, reporting live from where reporters die
News casters coming to early witnessing
Homicides, prolly gates forming in the sky
As we wait for your suit and tie
I tell I made it for you and told Khalifa he loves you
I’m really stuck on this bumpy ride
Highway to hell less I flip through a demon’s tv guide
The angel said he seen me fry
Ducking bullets I promise I couldn’t stop
The work that my nigga have put in your brains
It’s banana pudding
I’m looking for trouble, looking for hustling
I’m a grinder, choppas and the pathfinder
I ain’t no killer, I ain’t no drug dealer
I’m a real nigga with real emotions that stab behind the
Brick wall, you knock it down then I’m forced to align ya
With the stars of venus and jupiter
You ain’t gangster, you fooling us
The government don’t know what to do with us
Internal affairs investigate while LAPD speculate
Crooked cops on my bumper dumping till I’m first 48
I can smell a snitch a mile away, because they reekate
But any anaconda can die on a weekday
Wikipedia’s speeding up my career, like I’ve been here
And I don’t fuck with these fuck rappers cause they been weird
Been on my dick get addicted to dying quick
Grab a dictionary, my styles vary, my words flip
Grab a cemetery and jump in it, you job turkey
Watching me through goggles,
I throw hollows at james worthy, spin your head like an owl
I’m wild, I drop fergies, that’s that white thang
Let my nut it might came
No one ever knows the drama that I might bring
Chilling with the drama king but this ain’t broadway maine
Armed forces, small fortune, along portions,
Bitch gorgeous, bum head like silver war in
Y’all snoring we touring and bottle pouring
Model scoring, cheat the game with fair warning
Living filthy to get it, fuck write lyrics, ah
High status in traffic, bad energy getting static
Day or night like Gladys, Kid Cudi
Man on the moon, feeling marriage like
Fuck the planet, fuck the planet
Go on with it, ash and ashes on critics
20 rats then we split it up
Feeling like a million bucks
Bust hoes run into sluts, keep it g, that shit a must
Creeping in that hindaseer ain’t mine it ain’t his
Raining down spare the kids
Back to the crib, you handle bizz
Lunchables and sandwiches, do dog be mad as shit
Visualize the shit I kick, never heard of witnesses
Bear ...innocent, 18 shots that 3 nick
6 a piece, helluva life, done for the night
Go up they knives, ...precise
For the change they call us mice, no rat
Everywhere it’s a trap,
Talking bout that white girl
Feeling good to be black, your whole hood I seize that
Breaking down the seson, fuck all that feedback
Gone by the morning, I landed soon as you yawning
Feel like I’m conan
Here to fuck up your whole program
Who can fuck with us, no man
I’m power slogans, kick your phone ...jam
Go rapper that’s Trojan, slanging rocky Trojan
And your bitch be open, easily I be chosen
Comparing me I’m like who dem
Back to back tracks, running laps
With dictionary words on top of verbs
To prove that they whack
Pressing weight to the max
...man like swinging axe, release them, let them chat
Men amongst boys, but these toys aren’t just racks
iTunes that shit and stats
Shitting stats while writing raps, rat
Look hump, let them react, too many bars
No tiff attack, super hits like having bats
Swinging for defenses,
In the trenches, make it a difference
Driven like an engine, direct me through my fucking mission
West coast, east side, might stump the ground, come around
Get your ass flat line from niggas off them crack lines
Welcome to this wild life, steady living a wild life
Tryina beat all competitors, and predators they prowl night
Nightfall, lay low, sunrise, so live
Better watch your front and your back, better have 4 eyes
So high, satellite, smoking on that bomb nigga, dynamite
You acting like a pussy, you no friend of mines
Better yet, fuck friends, surrounded by my real niggas
They cop back they see caps they peel quicker
Real niggas, real bindess, it’s never personal jet, remember that
Fuck up my money then I’ma fuck over your universe
I’ma shoot first, never left, gotta stay sharp like shattered glass
In the fast lane with a bad dame, man this bitch from Trinidad
Fuck her hard then send her home, it’s time to start my routine
In the streets, with the heat, you don’t’ grind, you don’t eat
Pockets fat like o beast, it’s hard to be so low key
Niggas acting like they know me, fuck around and be the police
Trust nor nigga nor bitch
Nigga I’m so og like a tracks and ...
25 but it’s straight fair, got an own soul, I’m so throwed
So raw with this rap thang, case let go until I’m ...
Niggas know I’m track maine, kill them with my flow
Every time it’s a death blow, you fuck rappers stay on your dough
We sharks in the water, get that ass ate up, straight up
The world’s ours, top dawn, ...high power
We buy flowers then we send them to the studio
Cause every time we in that bitch, homie it’s a funeral
I have to slow it down so you can hear me close
Yeah I’m nice with the bars, late night sliding pipe in your broad
Her pussy tighter than them skinnies on a church dancer
Send her back with no panties.
