Cruisin'

Cruising, but I don't have the top down Why? Coz I don't own a drop top Got a couple of old XR6's and I don't care there not the hot top Blue on blue for the 2 seater ute I got blue on alloy for the 5 seater too (Stylin) Big banging beats bumpin Yelawolf, Aint too many can do what I do (Rhyming) When I drop the clutch burn the rubber on the tyres Keep it goin till I'm down to the wire Then I'm back on the street with a new set of shoes Doin what I do and it never tires Tried to sign but no label could handle me Got the handle from the pan and I ran with it Took the dry pen to inkwell Jumped in till we sink well come back I'm damaging (I'm damaging) That's the sound of the this pen as it tears down these walls PSSsssshhhwwhhhwhha That's the sound of the piss as it dribbles on ya balls Balls balls naa I'm playing Do you even listen to these rhymes I'm saying On a daily basis, do u know how many mics I'm slayin Crusin' in fifth gear Shift back to fourth as we switch lanes We're moving One sixty I won't slow down while you switch games You're losing this quickly Your turbo Porshe will die in vein When I hit the breaks make no mistake I'm turning around and going away Cruisin' in fifth gear Like I've got no others Burning the tread off the tyres like I'm allergic to the rubber So kick back and cruise with me, just cruise with me Sit back and cruise with me, just cruise with me Don't try testing me, this ain't Need for Speed Red line, buck 50 you ain't catching me Soon as you hear squealing from the tyres screech I got a lesson for these other rappers talkin' speed Talk is cheap Watch me as I'm burning all the rubber in the streets No midnight club no dub cos this road is mean You awoke the beast hear that engine grunt? Now tell these motherfuckers watch as I tip in cunt You ain't fuckin' with the crew, longneck swiggin' beers Switchin gears, as I dodge the jacks, no fine here Got it snappin second god I'm acting reckless This ain't a record for the bitches who cant use 3 pedals Doing deals with the devil you can't rock like I rock I got you lookin like a fool, smoked out like a hot box You see all I gotta do is say her name on this song And watch ya girl follow me around like a malevolent dog Rebel without a cause on the black top R.I.P... Paul Walker, Ryan Dunn and James Dean All three paid the cost just for living their dreams And ended life too short because they had to speed Your life's on the line when your playing in the streets mate Gotta double take look twice for bikes while I'm switching lanes Your dreaming if your thinking that I'm slipping when I'm hitting them brakes You wanna race better raise the stakes but you won't catch me when I'm Crusin' in fifth gear Shift back to fourth as we switch lanes We're moving One sixty I wont slow down while you switch games You're losing this quickly Your turbo porshe will die in vein When I hit the breaks make no mistake I'm turning around and going away Cruisin in fifth gear, Like I've got no others Burning the tread off the tyres like I'm allergic to the rubber So kick back and cruise with me, just cruise with me Sit back and cruise with me, just cruise with me