Shut Ya Jibz (feat. Drippy Cruise) - Zhaane Freeway

Hey wanna speed away? let's pack our bags Let's leave the day where every sign say stop i wanna go Let's ride the road ahead And who knows where it's gonna end If there's a time for work, it stime for play My feet don't touch the ground And the speed of sound I'll leave it all behind I'm free and this is what you do to me Your love is driving me on a freeway baby Where every moment goes rushing by I check your rearview in my mirror baby You can take me, take me anytime Your love is driving me on a freeway honey Where every moment goes rushing by If you get close enough to touch me baby You can take me, take me anytime Turn on the stereo and I can hear your simple song The music burn a path across my soul There's no city limits here So let's go where we wanna go If we want well, spin out of control My feet don't touch the ground And the speed of sound I'll leave it all behind I'm free and this is what you do to me Your love is driving me on a freeway baby Where every moment goes rushing by I check your rearview in my mirror baby You can take me, take me anytime

You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway The road to Orange County leaves an awful lot of leeway Where everyone's a doctor or a specialist in retail They'll sell you all the speed you want if you can take the blackmail You know it I know it Why don't you Just show it? You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway You got a lot of money, but you cannot keep your bills paid The sacrifice is worth it just to hang around the arcade You found yourself a prophet, but you left him on the boardwalk Another chocolate Easter bunny, hollowed out by your talk You know it I know it Why don't you Just show it? You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway And everything I do is wrong But at least I'm hanging on You got a lot of money, but you can't afford You got a lot of money, but you can't afford You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway You got a lot of money, but you can't afford the freeway You got a lot of money, but you Can't afford You got a lot of money, but you Can't afford

We're on the freeway Freeway to love And if smoky don't get on We'll keep heading on Like a speedway Two happy hearts Moving in a fast lane on A real good start You got my motor running baby And you really started something Girl, I'm back to power I'm going on I won't lack the hour Boy, I'm possessed by your loving tenderness It's driving me insane I used to feel that my life was all uphill When it's greater here again darling Freeway Freeway We're on the freeway Freeway to love And if smoky don't get on We'll keep getting on Like a speedway Cruising along Can you dig a little music? Baby you're my song Don't worry baby I won't run out of gas I've got two arms full of love All you got to do is ask I wanna know Are you reading all the signs? Do you know where you're going? Do you want to turn it back? Well, I'm trying to find a way Closer to my heart Don't lose me baby There's no turning back Boy, you're on the right track Keep moving on Freeway Freeway I'm on the power Freeway to love Freeway If smoky don't get on We'll keep getting on Freeway Moving in the fast lane Got a real good start Freeway Keep on rolling, rolling, rolling on Oh, freeway...

Ventura 101 on the low low with the Duce Duce Dipping like we saucy in a Chevy that's murder Cruz In a higher crew live from the valley to the OC Running heavy like the 5 yall aint tryna see Hit a lick for the st.ides and a pack of fix Some rubbers and a pack of mint incase I get it in Yall know what it do couple donuts on the 2 Friday night Mama know I'm out here acting like a fool Heading down the 405 gittn head n its about 4 or 5 I ain't keeping track of time Shit is loud everywhere I go never out of town, Hoes in every City get a quick fuck followed by a run around Mobbing down the 10 Santa Monica hit a couple minute walls AOM untill my city Falls Always out mobbin always on a mission 3977 On my fitted up for exhibition ughh Cruisin in the cruise how ironic smoking chronic Cruisin in the cruise how ironic smoking chronic Cruisin in the cruise how ironic smoking chronic Cruisin in the cruise how ironic smoking chronic 210 2 am speeding like a fire ball swiggin on that fireball Hoping I aint hit a wall Silverlake where them hoods aint play You should visit anyway these white girls pack cake Catch me on the 60 after 5 coming up with rhymes Exit on Hacienda with my scummy friend in Puente score a couple lines Yall already know we lit fender bending up your block 710 To the 91 Dodging all the cops Squad fucking up your show higher than your road Aint fucking with you cuz we on a higher note Run up on a lose lip talking shit lil punk Catch him at the red pull him out his whip stuffem in the trunk City runnin sluggin every corner of this map And no matter where the function at holla with the happs 605 Whittier to LAX 105 Riding dirtier than Freeway Ricky at his prime Cruisin in the cruise how ironic smoking chronic Cruisin in the cruise how ironic smoking chronic Cruisin in the cruise how ironic smoking chronic Cruisin in the cruise how ironic smoking chronic