Full Throttle
Album: Classic Hits Live
Release Date: 8/12/03
Label: Suburban Noize
Explicit version of "Full Throttle" lyrics
When I'm done with my dying days
You'll prob'ly figure out this ain't no phase
Gonna go out 180 proof
Kickin' up dust spreading out my loot
Tell my wife and kids daddy's goin' home
They shed there f*****' tears
And all the playa haters they can eat a dick
They never f*****' [Incomprehensible]
No turnin' back now
Puffin' crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle
We some stoners reaking havoc
No turnin' back now
Daze tensions high seems everyone’s on edge
Walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge
Now daze you lose control
Where anarchy reigns supreme you ain’t seen
No turnin' back now
Puffin' crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle
We some stoners reaking havoc
No turnin' back now
Watch out
I got a lead foot
Ride looks like it's on fire
I’m just smoking the tires
So step up
But your rev better be louder then my system that is bumpin’
Don’t come round me talkin' s***
'Cause now you gonna get whipped
So where you at
See when the Kings is in the house
Meetin' in the parking lot
Hookin' up with all the ladies
We having fun
I’d still be tokin’
Ain’t that right D-Loc
F*** a fist or middle finger
[Incomprehensible]
No turnin' back now
Puffin' crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle
We some stoners reaking havoc
No turnin' back now
Daze tensions high seems everyone’s on edge
Walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge
Now daze you loose control
Where anarchy reigns supreme you ain’t seen
No turnin' back now
Puffin' crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle
We some stoners reaking havoc
No turnin' back now
F*** everybody if you said I couldn’t rap
You're kickin' fiction and I’m kickin' facts
And it’s like that
Let me write it on my pad
Now days it’s seems like everybody's on edge
Walkin' over pit’s of fire on a skinny ledge
I’m going full bored fallin' till I fall out
Graduated high school but a college drop
Out that don’t mean s*** because this not turning back
I got my bong my buds and my baseball bat
Ready for whatever at any time whoever
You gotta have that mental or this s***’ll get you no where
Got be cleava and put it all together
Remember that sayin' I float like a feather
Come on dog
You got it twisted
[Incomprehensible]
No turnin' back now
Puffin' crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle
We some stoners reaking havoc
No turnin' back now
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