Driving Like Im Loco lyrics

by

2Pac


[Intro: YG]
(Yeah)
All black four door
If you didn't know by now
(Kitchen's closed)
All black, ah, ah, ah
All black four door
Driving like I'm loco
20 on the dash
I ain’t worried about the popo
It’s YG 400

[Chorus: YG]
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
20 on the dash
I ain’t worried about the popo

[Verse 1: YG]
Give my n*ggas straps
Tell them where the lick at go go
Before this rap sh*t, I would have went solo
I don’t give a f*ck about no hoe
Aye man YOLO
When I catch your ass n*gga Marco Polo
Riding ‘round dolo, give the b*tch the low blow
What I mean by that I leave her hanging like a yo-yo
First money boomin, all my hoes tuned in
Get all my homies on, do these drugs to the music
I’m too sick, got homies hitting back on the news clips
f*ck love n*gga I’m only shooting at cupid
I’m a pimp, I’m a mac, I’m a cold ass n*gga
Got the strap with no stash I’m a bold ass n*gga
You a sell out, between another sold ass n*gga
You the type to bend over touch your toes ass n*gga
[Chorus: YG]
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
20 on the dash
I ain’t worried about the popo
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
20 on the dash
I ain’t worried about the popo

[Verse 2: Blanco]
Meet me in the parking lot at the Denny’s
With a quarter mill down to the penny
I be standing there with my semi
Asking me if I got more, said I got plenty
This guerrilla territory, therefore
Can’t afford it, don’t ask for it
(as*h*les) fans took my passport
(f*ck) f*ck the feds kiss my as*h*le (as*h*les)
I could show you how to hustle (b*tch)
Skinny boy with the muscle (b*tch)
I could show you how to duffle (throw money up)
I could show you how to double boy
Smoking joints and the best herb (kush)
Carry guns, but I’m just a nerd (nerd)
Kick back and I just observe (woah)
Dope money is the magic word (woah)
[Chorus: YG]
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
20 on the dash
I ain’t worried about the popo
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
20 on the dash
I ain’t worried about the popo

[Verse 3: DB Tha General]
No homo, DB I be dolo
Playing with the king
I put them hoes up in your photo, n*gga
No homo, DB I be dolo
Playing with the king
I put them hoes up in your photo, n*gga
Get that ass repo’d
End up in a depot
Ain’t no pinto
Yeah, and my piece out
Shoutout my n*gga young huss, young tito
I’m too fly too high, dumb veisle
Cherry pie, cherry pie
Uh, Middle finger to the f*cking sky
Wise guy, wise guy
We the mod 50 deep you don’t wanna die
[Chorus: YG]
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
20 on the dash
I ain’t worried about the popo
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
I got that all black four door
Driving like I'm loco
20 on the dash
I ain’t worried about the popo
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