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hot pursuit - mickey diamond & oh jay lyrics

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[intro]
i’m on the run again, i’m on the run again
notice what i do

[verse 1]
i had to hit the gas pill, wheels screech, blow the red light
got one headlight, ’97 air nikes
kush got my head light, there’s guns on the backseat and blood on the floor board
my n*ggas sayin’, “slow down” i’m lookin’ like, “no, lord”
“you try to go to jail, huh?”
no, i’m drunk as h*ll, pipe down, you actin’ real white
tryna make a lap, but i got a broken tail light
injured, ’bout to blow, it’s smoke comin’ out the tail pipe
i hit the freeway, cops sittin’ in the speedway
if he hit the lights i’m ’bout to take ’em on a speed race
high speed chase, but that wasn’t in the plans though
traffic dead*slow, i blended in and kept my head low
told my girl “chill, just keep playin’ on your cell*phone”
you know i gotta go and pick this monеy up in melbourne
i’m eighty*fivе, so the ride won’t take that long
power 105 keep playin’ the same f*ckin’ rap song

[chorus]
i came through low with the glock in the stash (yeah)
getaway drive, in the drop with the mass (what?)
dale earnhardt how i cop it and crash
cops on my ass, hit the block, do the dash (skrr!)
split the money three ways and pocket the gash
thirty*eight snub, you see ya life when it flash (yeah)
garbage ass songs, i throw your mic in the trash
shots through the glass, spin the block, do the dash (skrr!)
[verse 2]
the plug text my phone, said, “i’m back”
i’m pullin’ up, meet me at the trap (diamonds)
look out for a black car, it’s sitted with a white girl in it
he like, “d*mn, you bring your wife to do business?”
i said, “chill, bro, that’s mallori blanco, head hancho”
camille vasquez style, she down and let the 9 blow
enough with the small talk, let’s finish up pr*nto
my lady tryna listen on my convo, it’s cool ’cause we all know
if sh*t go bad, we can not go
point, blank, shot in the head, this sh*t is fargo
n0body get the money, stupid lookin’ narc, bro
askin’ goofy questions, get a goofy n*gga jaw broke
tell your girl don’t hit the back too hard, that’s some strong dope
porky the pig, one sniff, and that’s all, folks
wrapped it up, jumped inside the whip and then i dapped ’em up
transaction went without a hitch, and now we back to us
what?

[chorus]
i came through low with the glock in the stash (yeah)
getaway drive, in the drop with the mass (what?)
dale earnhardt how i cop it and crash
cops on my ass, hit the block, do the dash
split the money three ways and pocket the gash (uh)
thirty*eight snub, you see ya life when it flash
garbage ass songs, i throw your mic in the trash
shots through the glass, spin the block, do the dash (skrr!)
[bridge]
i’m on the run again, i’m on the run again
i’m on the run again, (i been, i—)

[verse 3]
i been makin’ plays all year, i gotta be cool
’cause pre*see the sequel my daughter finna start school
my wife want a weddin’ ring, my son want some v2s
99 problems, godd*mn, n*gga me too (diamond)

[outro]
i’m on the run again
word is bond you got six gs on that jack
d*mn, this sh*t is real
ayo, ayo, ayo…
check it out, man, check out what i got here, man
what is that? what is that?
diamond dallas

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