Freeway Feat. Rick Ross & Dre - Lights Get Low lyrics

rate me

Right about now

You're about to be possessed

By the sounds

Cool and Dre and Freeway

Hit it

Young Philly from the block ya'll, rockstar

This is criminal opera, I got ya'll

60 niggas willin' to pop ya'll, rock ya'll

Freezer cruise the city in a hot car, sports car

In Cleveland today, Atlanta tomorrow

Free'll never be soft 'cause the hood is in me

They say it'll be here today and gone tomorrow

But I'm still standin' strong 'cause the hood is with me

Hit me

Yes, before this rap thing cracked off

I was somewhere gettin' a pack off, that's all

Now I'm gettin' my raps off, that's all

Shuttin' down coliseums like NASA, asshole

Freezy where ya been?

I took four years off

I went to Mecca paid respect

And earned some checks from the road

Be the man that cut the checks

So please respect young hoe

Before I hit ya'll with the tech

And turn ya lights down low, woah

Lights get low

(Low)

Let the music take total

The music take total control

Trol, trol, trol

(Hey, hey)

Let the music take total

The music take total control

Trol, trol, trol

(I got to hustle, I got to grind)

(Yeah, I got to hustle, I got to grind)

Let the music take total

(He in here, boss)

The music take total con

(Freeway)

Born with the murder when we got the hood burnin' up

Yeah, this what you want my niggas know to turn it up

The white people mind the city, prepared for me to run

You standin' in a pool of blood, young, shoulda seen the sign

What you wanna do? Tell me what you wanna move

A good week for me another man, money too

I'm into blowin' and playin' you niggas low

Fast tappin' out and they fuckin' with figure fours

I don't wanna wrestle, I wet 'em and then be froze

Me and Free hit every freeway around the globe

If she with me just notice she throw stacks

A quarter stick of dynamite off in that whole bag

She, the bomb, I'm the boss

Maybach that's my flyin' sauce

Count a mill' with me, shawty 'cause you need to ride

You watch it freeze up, you will see in time

Lights get low

(Low)

Let the music take total

The music take total control

Trol, trol, trol

(Hey, hey)

Let the music take total

The music take total control

Trol, trol, trol

(I got to hustle, I got to grind)

(Yeah, I got to hustle, I got to grind)

Let the music take total

The music take total con

Ya'll rappers perpatratin', free motivatin'

Put bones together like I'm the great lakes

Then use my dome achin', I'm so patient

Strugglin' between my music and movin' weight and

I can move a crate in less than an hour

And make hit in the same hour is so amazin'

Matter fact Free' so hood

That I still hit the kinks for three weeks

I'm cool with Asians

Nigga come at me goin' lose

You need to fire 'em dudes

To hike 'em up through his agent

Me and cool and Dre will give you abrasions

Hit his chest 'cause his hustle so soft

Don't make me go off

Treat this town like the brightest star

Rise in the east and set in the west

If a nigga got beef, I'ma put it to rest

God, bless is when I tell 'em

When I leave 'em deceased

Now peep holla

Lights get low

(Low)

Let the music take total

The music take total control

Trol, trol, trol

(Hey, hey)

Let the music take total

The music take total control

Trol, trol, trol

(I got to hustle, I got to grind)

(Yeah, I got to hustle, I got to grind)

Let the music take total

The music take total con