[Foreign content] Yeah, yeah, a special guest appearance From the slums, yo, aiyo I examine your diameter, third eye, light the camera up Be careful
You dont have to put on the red light Roxanne You dont have to put on the red light x2 Roxanne Roxanne I wanna be your man Put on the red light
on my driveway And we're drinkin in my drive way It's summertime and I'm Drinking on my driveway It's summertime and we're drinkin in my drive way Borracho
patriotic Man, American girls are something to see I bet Thomas Jefferson would love B E T This is a celebration all across the land Light the fireworks
's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, after-mathematics In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green
the moonlight creeping Slide through your window under your bed Crawl in through your ear, eat your head Bumping into bones 'cuz I need light Tip-toeing
said never baby doll was astounded I already know yo game to drive me to insane Make me spend all my change then try taken away my brain baby girl had light green
But i'm still in to kick it though, cup empty get some more say i shouldnt drink and drive, i party at the liquor store! [chorus] I'm cleaned up, my greens
is workin, and by myself, I be jerkin.. .. on to the chorus I want that purple cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah Lovely lady, girl you drive
bang your head and bounce Shout from the West to East, Midwest and Dirty South! Dub C, my niir, yeah Young Hogs born to thug wit me and Muggs and Green
to forgive my sins Back at it again Raise up like Attica did Shift down 4th to 5th, and burn like an arsonist West bound down PCH Catching nothing' but green lights
' but naw, I don't think so I be puffing like a choo-choo train Nigga with the bonafied smokers on my team I got the urge for light green The same way
[Train effects] [Verse 2: Mystikal] I be puffing like a choo-choo train Nigga with the bonafied smokers on my team I got the urge for light green,
and gleam, trigger team Click the Beam, hit the fiend [Incomprehensible] on me Lookin' like I'm nicotine But it's all for the green like Listerine Had
t nothin' revive you I'm still here, niggaz, see what I drive through Sittin' on dubs with screens inside too I'm simply street, I'm Memphis Bleek Catch me with them green
I do, yo I gets high, rollin' down the I95 Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye While I drive down the I95
dream machine Turn the key and every light turned green Like Steve McQueen I made the motor scream And it was loud, yeah Me and the boys would drive
Like everybody from the hood is up to no good You think all the girls around here are trickin' Up there lookin' like Superchicken At night I see your light