Texty:
Freeway Rolling Down The Freeway

[Chorus] You know I'm rolling with the FREEEEEEEWAY My boy don't take no slack Rollin down the FREEEEEEEWAY Were tryin to SEEEEEEE what we can SEEEEEEE

where the blacktop ends I'm lookin' down the barrel of Friday night And ridin' on a river of freeway lights A goodbye city I'm country bound 'Til Monday rolls

many dancin' diamonds with a beat Each of them are home with walls of stories they could tell Meet the crack of dawn, a freeway starts to roll An owl

with 2 Uzi's and four clips Ready for whatever if we went down We went down together, we met him in his complex Niggas were hanging out, You ready to roll

trunk From tenth ave, to a hundred and fifth Young players ride the foothill strip They ride chevys, cougars, blazers, vettes Five 60 benzos with ferrari kits They love fine ass bitches, rolex watch Top let down

go, go, go We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love Wind's against our back We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love In my pink Cadillac We goin' ridin' on the freeway

horses, My babi gurls get the pink Porsches. Dookie Jims and theyre all gorgeous. Came to'em had a mean fortress, A french maid blowin me down like Farah

club, oh shit you got me fiendin Body talkin shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance Doin eighty on the freeway

-men, and Counts And everybody with clown love even sets I never heard of Roll into town and out with the big top Four cards down, and two more still