Corrida Contra o Tempo (Parte II)

Yeah, yeah, uh huh

Race against time, ha part two

You know, haha,

Uh, c'mon

Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha

Nothin like the future

[verse 1]

Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches

But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous

I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin

The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon

And the rock is all stashed up

Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up

Then holla, holla at the whores, is hollerin back

Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, your back's slidin

This is the 'race against time' and i ain't got time to waste

To give chase, i put a hole in your fin

But your head to the barrel like dj's is spinnin

Backward, to blow off the backwood, i'm so hood

But what's really hood, when you ain't doin your hood

No motherfuckin good, and bein misunderstood

I would die if i could, rule the lion

And i'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

[chorus - 2x]

Race against time, i - can't stop

Runnin through the red light - livin my life

Even if i'm gettin too hot

Still i can't stop - "ri-da-da-da-din"

[verse 2]

Bless the day that the god was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six

This cocaine was heavily mixed

And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation

For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free basin

If this is time erasin, the devil is runnin like bettis

And got his guns out lookin for ways to behead us

You can die in a matter of seconds, so i'ma slow it down

Turn back the hands of time with the 40 cal

Claimin your style is the realest, so i'ma define the meanin of murder, it's killer

You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up

No gas, and when i spits like acid

Smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes

Cause young rule in his prime like 'clay cassius'

Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion

For when i die niggaz keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

[chorus]

[verse 3]

If jesus christ was criticized, then why not me

What the fuck am i special, i struck a deal with the devil

Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic

Me in church, or me in bed with bitches managen

I can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroin

Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole

They seein all or nothin like jazz from clisco

Hit 'em up and let's go, jump over the threshold

I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit

Feel in love with a bitch that i call crime

She reminded me that nobody can beat time

If you get enough of it nigga

So i looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the trigger

Thinkin that the music we feel would be somethin different

But this the same old criminal vibin

I ain't hidin, i'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

[chorus]

É, é, uh huh

Corrida contra o tempo, ha parte dois

Você sabe, haha,

Uh, vamos lá

É, é, é, haha

Nada como o futuro

[verso 1]

Adivinha quem voltou pra personificar grana, poder e mulheres

Mas quando as mulheres começam a ter grana, é aí que a coisa fica ridícula

Tô fazendo manobras como um seis por quatro, pulando e inclinando

A costa oeste tá parecendo, mantendo o demônio na mão

E a grana tá toda guardada

Rola um pouco de diesel, mantém a maconha na medida

Então grita, grita pras garotas, elas tão gritando de volta

Deixa elas saberem algumas verdades, tipo se você tá na pista, sua bunda tá escorregando

Essa é a 'corrida contra o tempo' e eu não tenho tempo a perder

Pra dar chase, eu faço um buraco na sua nadadeira

Mas sua cabeça tá na boca do cano como se os DJs estivessem girando

De trás pra frente, pra estourar a madeira, eu sou tão da quebrada

Mas o que é realmente da quebrada, quando você não tá fazendo sua parte

Nenhum caralho de bom, e sendo mal interpretado

Eu morreria se pudesse, governar o leão

E eu vou continuar