re an acquired taste Eight seconds of your smile Eight seconds of your face What a disgrace I walked towards you too late (Chorus) And you?re so beautiful Eight
Jay-Z Goddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve I see your face by the curb Goddamn dog I been sittin' here thirty minutes You know these motherfucking cab drivers
supplier Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver And I won't stop rockin' till I retire When it comes to the darts, I throw 'em, flame thrower Blow your section eight
of mid-day to objects below When, what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer With a little old driver,
like Bedstuy Gold Behold the flyest Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers Jet fuel abusers, sippin' Patruise Once Upon A Time In America's muse You based on us, you fiction Ya eight
Can't see how you can dawg me out Make me out, take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back Top that!
the luster of midday to objects below When what to my wandering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer! With a little ol' driver
bite You not that good dog, who told you you're nice Your crew, switch siders When I come through, hey, Cam Dick riders But I only mess with Navigators five twenty-eight Six drivers
of the icecream truck And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's live The little homie be gettin' out on account This time he might get stuck attempted One eight
See his name in Victory lane and engraved on that cup Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood He would put me on his lap when he'd drive
I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen, Steve McQueen The coolest doggone motherscratcher on the silver screen I?d drive real fast
it had TVs inside Ol' Zeke was surprised 'cause his eyes had seen Beyond his wildest dreams He'd go on to see a thousand things We'll paint that number eight on the driver
A clean machine, a real home girl Barracuda, sixty-eight Nothing there, she can wait (Come on) Drivin' (Come on) Drivin' (Come on) Drivin' (Come on) Drivin' (Come on) Drivin' (Come on) Drivin
I told the driver Got to get me cross town Killed the bottle, started seeing double When the driver turned around And though I was a failure with love potion number eight
in my home Then tell me about life being perfect And love that goes on and on and on Then ride with me in my old Bronco Down to the factory for eight
will right on the ground below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver
mid-day to objects below, When what to my wondering eye should appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer. With a little old driver, so
jeopardizing my life? I can't get behind a student driver I can't behind a driver who drives like a student driver If you're going to drive an urban
