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Jim Jones

Riding On Empty

 

Riding On Empty

(álbum: Vampire Life: We Own The Night - 2011)


Uh, blunt smoke and bad table manners
Ina room with gun toaters with some flagent grammar
Speedy cars dark tents with a razor scanner
The inside is red swaid like the slay from santa
Uh, got killers feel with anticipation
Say your mind, body and soul on a trip to Satan
To conspire, get your time for affiliation
You ain't getting money, time is what you're really wasting.
And they say a great mind is what can heal a nation
Do the mathematics, my lifetime's a real equation
Three bitches, one trap, with the roof detached
And you niggas so smart now do the route to that
And we're super strapped and we shooting back
I got troopers that pack medal like rick rooven black.

[Bridge:]
Say if you can count your money, you ain't got enough!
Seats recliners, pussy minds what 'em bottoms up
'Till the death of us it's money over bitches
Leave the tags on the glass, we styling on these niggas

[Chorus:]
Riding on empty, you niggas riding on empty
Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
When it comes to me!
Niggers riding on empty, riding on empty
You niggers riding on empty when it comes to me!

Die to the R you don't pose a threat, naw
We all hot headed push that braze shit, nine three
Stunting on these niggers 'till they sick of me, what
And all my waist line is where the blicker be, strapped
In the aston four door so we marvin on you niggas like resawar dogs, birdgang
Sliding out the club about three or four whores
There all getting pretty, all three or four stales, eat me up
You know my habits, money, guns and skeezers
My lil homie trigger happy nicknamed him squeezer
[?] we're screaming Bs up
And with the [?] of a lifer
Situation real, knock the baby, out the dipper

[Bridge:]
Say if you can count your money, you ain't got enough!
See [?] what 'em bottoms up
'Till the devils has hi money over bitches
Read the tags on the glass, we're [?] on these niggers

[Chorus:]
Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
When it comes to me!
Niggers riding on empty, riding on empty
You niggers riding on empty when it comes to me!
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