High Speed lyrics

(Yeah)
Vinnie Idol, Poobs
Big Bully
Pimpin' what up?
Jojo what up?
It's going down, crazy
I empty my sh*ts out n*gga
Feel me...

Psycho simply, please don't tempt me
To squeeze the sh*t off till it's empty
One by one, keep it coming n*gga gun by gun
Ain't Run but it's my house n*gga, please don't come
You ain't welcome here, four pound'll melt them here like grilled cheese
Real G's f*ck around with heroin and realties
Coupes that was roofless, gangstas that was ruthless
Talk sense to 'em, or be mothaf*ckin' useless
Flying on the highway, Tokyo drifting floating sideways
Coupe's the same color as the Padres
Fitted in a jersey, yeah it's all tragic
How me and the gunplay like Magic and James Worthy
But n*ggas you ain't worthy, n*ggas is pain worthy
I'm holding the thang sturdy and letting the thang curve me
Which means I will let it off, get it off
Got four b*tches that get down like Latifah and set it off
Dope dealer dreams, with dope fiend schemes
I keep a OG gun, in my OG jeans
I blow a haze but I still keep a codeine lean
Which means I be tripping, f*ck giving the whipping
Slip the clip in, start squeezing till n*ggas is dripping
And whichever n*ggas is dipping's a smart man
If you got heart man, five shots from the mothaf*ckin' cart-man
SP disguised in the trenchcoat
Whoever in the park, I be leaving the bench soaked
n*gga...