Def Squad - Don't Get Gassed Lyrics
Def squadUh huhCheck it[verse 1]No more long roads, my times upThe rap game is bumper to bumper, I take a shortcutI do a 120 down the deeganFly past the cops, they like hes speedingIm in a two triple zero mbFlaunt it, til the gas tanks emptyYo, me and redman take a detourUptown, park in front of bransons storeI see a couple of chickens upon the sceneI roll down the window and I flash the greensI got my hand upon the steering wheel, with the gangsta leanWatch and rings, doin my thing, bling, blingIm out there sittin on lorenzosAttractin, two, four, five, or six hoesUh, girls scream my nameAnd the hype crazy, it wasnt me it was the fameE dub the rap sugar cane[your homeboy drove up] I give a ***** who cameIm off the hook like 27th street between 11th and 12thAll by myselfChorus:Ayo, you think you holdin it downDont get gassedOn the real you and your mans are clownsDont get gassedAy, you think you flyer than meDont get gassedIm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your assAy, you think you hold the crownDont get gassedOn the real you and your mans are clownsDont get gassedAy you think you flyer than meDont get gassedIm legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass[verse 2]Check it, who wanna go at it, buck for buckI come through like nigga what, in a brinks truckBlow it up like the spanish cat, in dead presidentsGet the money, hand out gifts, in your residence>from snoop dogg, ***** pleaseKing of new york, christopher walken on mcsIm hard to please, excite meJump off the brooklyn bridgeHeads first, face, thug, and liveNow that my get you a yo duke is illBut that still aint got shit to do with the skillsUh, why you wanna go against me with no brainsWhen Im a big dude, and you a buck and changeMe, I got no time for playin gamesIf it cant ride upon the track then switch lanesNew game, watch how I rearrange the structureHeres a hundred grand, keep the change you *****erIm like the magazine, my flow is upscaleMy shit flourish, and yours dont saleOn the other hand, youre mad to def at soundscanAnd left wit a couple of fansChorus:So what you and your man went goldDont get gassedI got a couple of million soldDont get gassedI bet ya next year you foldDont get gassedIm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your assSo what you and your man went goldI got a couple of million soldDont get gassedI bet ya next year you foldDont get gassedIm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your assYeahDont believe the hype
