Drive faster, boy, ooh, yeah-ooh If can you keep a secret Well, baby, I can keep it if you can keep a secret I know what you want I'm gonna take you to a midnight show tonight If you can keep a secret I got a blanket in the back seat on my mind And a

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime (Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check

Yeah Prodigy H A V O C M O B B uh huh yeah Uh huh uh huh uh huh KnowhatI'msayin? 41st side Niggaz know how we do right right I can see you back there yeah (whattup?)

Ay, tell me what you gon' see looking back at yo' life Looking back at yo' life Who the fuck is that? Yeah, bitch, it's me, it's me So humble, I'm so humble Won't be worth for damn if you ain't living it right All we know is stripes, learned to die for

Back on the scene Crispy and clean Slaughterhouse! back on the scene Here we go yo, here we go Pick it up yo, here we go Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheep

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Oh yeah, woo hoo Back and forth between the desert and the sea Who I was and I will always be Too bad, woo hoo So sad, woo hoo Got something trapped inside Take me out of this state I'm in Go somewhere I've never been Still alive, where's that paradise?

Don't say a word at all I wanna get back to where we started To the summer night You know, you know, you know, you know we got it right We don't gotta say anything Don't gotta say anything Yeah wanna get back to San Francisco In the fire light You know,

Glory days, glory days Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days well they'll pass you by Well alright oo yeah Well alright come on now I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speed ball by you Make

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi I'm a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) I make more than Dwyane