Put It in Drive - Tommy Karlas

Fire in my belly a head full of secrets to spill Pocketful of trouble girl if you've got time to kill Chomping at the bit with a bad luck streak to break Kicking at the stalls come on and open the gate Come on baby Drive it in Drive it in Jaded and frustrated got no skin in the game Climbing up the walls I've got a little craving to tame So come on now honey I wanna know how you feel Get it in gear come on and take the wheel Take it baby Drive it in Drive it in Drive it in Drive it in Drive it in Drive it in Drive it in Drive it in

(Yo Devin... What up cuh) (It's the Big Mac... Yeah, I got this new shit right here, man) (You might wanna hit this) You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want They say all day we play and blow See, this is the only thing we know I blow kush again, on the push again With a bad, little, cute, little Mexican Zig Zag how I roll mine You can tell I be a G, how I hold mine I ain't into loaning shit, I'ma own mine Bitch, fuck with me, stumble on a gold mine Break bread or fake dead Punk bitch, this is real life Executive Branch; What it feel like? Catch me if you can, I'm your local kush man Sitting in the stands with 100 grams in my pants And I blow, so much smoke Pure OG, hit it once might choke See I'ma go kick it with a bitch I can poke And you can ride too, High School, take a toke You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want You can put it in a zag, I'ma put it in a blunt You can sit in the back, I'ma sit in the front No stunt, no pump, it really don't matter 'Cause I got what they want Uhh, no stems, no seeds Mac gave me all the class that a nigga need Just taught my old bitch how to roll weed And a nigga ridin with me getting high with me Squares are revvin to my young nigga Devin Got to hangin' out with Mac And now we're 24 7 On the go, smoking dro Deep on the Westside Bangin where it's hood at Yep you gotta love that Yep I love that Niggas used to offer but I wouldn't Now I'm all asking where the bud at Making it happen, me and Mac got 2 bitches crackin and They say they tryna smoke weed all night And down for getting tatted Spatted up and tatted up Suit it up and boot it up Pioneers, baby, ain't nothin that you can do to us N. Hale That's the High School Dev and Mac We known to act a damn fool Ya dig? You know what? It may sound crazy, but, uh... Yeah... Dev and Mac High School... It may sound crazy, but, uh... It may sound crazy, but, uh... It may sound crazy, but, uh...

Red lights town is in full swing Hold tight almost anything The band is playing Rock 'n Roll Stripper slidin' up and down the pole I walked to the doll with the red dress and said Come on let's drive it in, drive it in Moonshot beast is on the loose Straight cut blow away my blues A little bit of lovin' let it go Hallelujah, free your dying soul, yeah I walked to the woman with the black dress and said Come on let's drive it in, drive it in Drive it in, drive it in Passion lady took my breath away She said love it baby come out and play Tattooed body tight leather 'n' lace Said I could have it all over at her place Hitched with the mama with no dress and say Come on let's drive it in, drive it in Drive it in, you gotta drive it in Drive it in, baby, drive it in Drive it in, oh, drive it in Come on drive it Keep on drive it Guilty, face believe baby Drive it in baby Drive it in baby

Come on lets put it in gear Hey, ridin' and drivin' been puttin' on mileage I'm comin' correct when I steer Hey, foot on the pedal just turned on the high beams so I can see whoever's near My eyes on the road, but my partner in crime is beside me she peepin' the rear Turn off the music just so we can hear Got the bitch tellin' me wear I should go She got my phone so my eyes on the road Tried to unlock it, but I switched the code Yeah, little she know Got eyes on my back, I'm watchin' her lurk Protectin' what's mine, that's always for sure Been puttin' in work it's startin' to work This life is a trial, you live and you learn I gotta go out and retrieve what is mine Make sure that everyone eats when we dine Take me for granted I'm cuttin' the line Take me for granted I'm cuttin' the line I don't have the time for a phony Aye, You can catch me with the homies They the only ones that know me Actually nobody knows me Really I'm puttin' in work for the people I fuck with I'm not lettin' anyone down Everybody gets an at bat with the same pitcher at the mound I'm swingin' for home runs But I'm hittin' grand slams I heard he a rookie boy He ain't no champion Come on lets put it in gear Hey, ridin' and drivin' been puttin' on mileage I'm comin' correct when I steer Hey, foot on the pedal just turned on the high beams so I can see whoever's near My eyes on the road, but my partner in crime is beside me she peepin' the rear Turn off the music just so we can hear Got the bitch tellin' me wear I should go I got her scannin' and trackin' the road She askin' me if I'm ready to go I'm always on go mode I don't know what it is I always had it It's part of bein' different from the average Honestly I can't put it into words You wouldn't understand me if you heard No, no, no, no Honestly I can't put it into words You wouldn't understand me if you heard No, nooo, woah Lately I can't put it all into words And you wouldn't understand me if you heard Come on lets put it in gear Hey, ridin' and drivin' been puttin' on mileage I'm comin' correct when I steer Hey, foot on the pedal just turned on the high beams so I can see whoever's near My eyes on the road, but my partner in crime is beside me she peepin' the rear Turn off the music just so we can hear

[Verse 1] Yeah Listen Emcees don't sleep, wake up check the schedule Class on the mic, turn me up another decible Some think i make money copein through a festival Some think i'm dope, and they put me on a pedistal Some say i'm cocky though, and tell me that my head is full But i don't need 'em though, cause that's what real friends are for And i don't know you man, sorry my attention's short Shouldn't pay attention, to a stupid message board I take it all for what it's worth, you can rest ashore And i don't fall for stupid shit, like sex wit whores I'm on the road to rock shows, and get paid I play hard to get, so i'm hard to get played I stay out the clubs, cause i don't need the static It's hot enough in here, so i stay out of the attic I don't rap wit rappers, so all yall fuck off You aint scared of nothin, so drop all the tough talk [Chorus x2] I got somethin to say, so let me get into it No time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence No way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it (I'm holdin it down, and put it all in perspective) [Verse 2] Yeah And when my tongue twist, i run this dumb shit Hit hard like drum sticks, on drum kits, pump this Play this in the streets, for the heads, or the club for the drunk chicks (Yeah) beats bang, plus i spit till my gums split You mighta knew me from the hey now song And i dropped maritimes, another played out song But the real heads know this, Class is the man What these fake heads think, i'm a flash in the pan (Listen) i was spittin before you existed Shit kid, i was enlisted before you showed interest Before you knew how to use furry hoops, or had a clue of master beats, and the rubix cube too I don't handle biz, when i'm smokin my green If you call when i'm high, then you get my machine And any person know kid, it's just how i do it So don't inturupt, when i'm tryna do my music [Chorus] I got somethin to say, so let me get into it No time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence No way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it (I'm holdin it down, and put it all in perspective x5) [Verse 3] (Whoo!) and i was raised by my parents, to speak wit manners Growin up fairytale, like believin in santa Got excited over small things, like treats from grandma Same thing now, except it's weed from the manager Love mary jane, shit i think it's awsome It's wierd how pot heads like to brag about their problems Now i got people tryin to say i do coke Well i never put a motherfuckin thing in my nose, okay Do you, but it's not for me, fuck it's all i got, i keep my nostrils clean You could quit with the cost of the talkin and all that Worry bout yourself, not me, now fall back [Chorus] I got somethin to say, so let me get into it No time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence No way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it (I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective) I got somethin to say, so let me get into it No time for wastin, i aint tryin to be a nuesence No way, i'm tryin to make a point so respect it (I'm holdin it down and put it all in perspective x5)

Hey! You can buy you a brand new truck Chrome it all out, jack it way up You can build you a house up high on a hill With a pool and a pond and a view to kill You can make all the money in sight But you ain't living the good life 'Til you put a girl in it, you ain't got nothin' What's it all worth without a little loving? Put a girl in it, some huggin' and some kissin' If your world's got somethin' missin' Just put a girl in it You can buy a boat and a shiny set of skis Have some fun in the sun, float around in the breeze You can lay out on a blanket by the lake Drink a cold beer, polish off another day Kick on back and watch the sky turn red A sunset ain't a sunset 'Til you put a girl in it, you ain't got nothin' What's it all worth without a little loving? Put a girl in it, some huggin' and some kissin' If your world's got somethin' missin' Just put a girl in it You can write you a country song The DJ won't put it on They won't dance or sing along 'Til you put a girl in it, you ain't got nothin' What's it all worth without a little loving? Put a girl in it, some huggin' and some kissin' If your world's got somethin' missin' Just put a girl in it If you're ridin' in your truck Put a girl in it If you're goin' to have a party Put a girl in it If you want to live the good life Better put a girl in it Hey!

Yo! C'mon, c'mon [Fame] It's the M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [Will] M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [Both] M, dot O, dot P FIYAH! FIYAH! [Chorus One: M.O.P.] [Fame] Now, fill yo' cups up (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Lift yo' drinks up and (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Get your hand dapped baby (PUT IT IN THE AIR) I'm feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me? Middle fingers up! (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Yeah, middle fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Now, show me the hand you pop that thang with Index fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR) [Verse One: Lil' Fame] Bust down, bust any mic you hand to me I'm Fitzroy nigga (what) First Family Mo P's, guns mo' bigga B.K. up in this bitch, what nigga? (STOMPDASHITOUTU!) Don't mess with I Just relax yourself pah, you don't wanna Get your Mets hat twisted, gets fo-fifted Hot blow poppin, get forklifted [Verse Two: Billy Danze] I was a fiend... you can ask my home team Before I fell in love with the 'gnac, I puffed green Always focused and double toasted When the shit pop off in the club, we ownzed it So now, y'all niggaz get down (LAY DOWN) And stay down (WE RIP POUNDS) and split rounds (OH!) Spark it (M) dot (O) dot (P) dot We rock, hip-hop, awkward, stompin [Chorus Two: M.O.P.] [Fame] Roll up your trees and (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Puff puff, pass (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Get your hand dapped baby (PUT IT IN THE AIR) I'm feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me? Middle fingers up! (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Yeah, middle fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR) Now, show me the hand you pop that thang with Index fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR) [Verse Three: Lil' Fame] Fuck y'all, we rude, call dick, in the middle of Times Square Get down or lay down, bitch boy, this our year Last summer we jammed, but this summer we hittin Totin Bernie Macs for all y'all summabiches In the hood where it's ugly (it's ugly!) I'm sick with the pen, fuck it just call me Iceberg Charlie The illest the realest Brownsvillest the shit'll never stop It's (Brooklyn) home of the hot blocks [Verse Four: Billy Danze] You can find me on the back block, e'rybody know me I'm admired by the homey that's runnin the crack spot I love to see the shorties with a little G in 'em It's like lookin in the mirror I see a little me in 'em Stop buggin, the homey said dig him (I never dug him) He disrespected this family long enough so I'll slug him (WARRIORZ!) We earn our respect (SHIT) Cut through your projects with shiny objects (NOW) [Chorus One] [Ad libs to end]

Oh, I'll just put it in a song Trying to fight this, feeling not quite sure what it is You sit right there, left hand on the steering wheel driving And I can't help but stare 'cause you're so damn perfect And I have so many things to say But I just don't know how to word it 'cause You, you're like a Tennessee summer Toes deep in the water Got me hotter than a fire, and you You're like a fine wine sipping and Only need a little bit and boy, I'm feeling it I just want to be the one you wanted I just want to give you all I've got, but How do I tell you without it all coming out wrong? Oh, I'll just put it in a song Turn it up, windows down, sing it loud I'll put it in a song, get it out Can you hear me now? Oh, I'll just put it in a song (Oh, I'll just put it in a song) For years, I've been searching for someone like you And you get my wheels spinning Out of this driveway running to you And I can't help but smile when you look at me I have so many things to say But I just don't know how to say it 'cause You, you're like a Tennessee summer Toes deep in the water Got me hotter than a fire, and you You're like a fine wine sipping and Only need a little bit and boy, I'm feeling it I just want to be the one you wanted I just want to give you all I've got, but How do I tell you without it all coming out wrong? Oh, I'll just put it in a song Turn it up, windows down, sing it loud I'll put it in a song, get it out Can you hear me now? Oh, I'll just put it in a song Trying to fight this feeling Not quite sure what it is And you get my wheels spinning And boy, you know I just can't help it 'cause You, you're like a Tennessee summer Toes deep in the water Got me hotter than a fire, and you You're like a fine wine sipping and Only need a little bit and boy, I'm feeling it I just want to be the one you wanted I just want to give you all I've got, but How do I tell you without it all coming out wrong Oh, I'll just put it in a song Turn it up, windows down, sing it loud I'll put it in a song, get it out Can you hear me now? Oh, I'll just put it in a song Turn it up, windows down, sing it loud I'll put it in a song, get it out Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?