Don't Get Gassed Lyrics - Singles - Def Squad

Def squad 

Uh huh 

Check it 

[verse 1] 

No more long roads, my time's up 

The rap game is bumper to bumper, I take a shortcut 

I do a 120 down the deegan 

Fly past the cops, they like he's speeding 

I'm in a two triple zero mb 

Flaunt it, til the gas tank's empty 

Yo, me and redman take a detour 

Uptown, park in front of branson's store 

I see a couple of chickens upon the scene 

I roll down the window and I flash the greens 

I got my hand upon the steering wheel, with the gangsta lean 

Watch and rings, doin my thing, bling, bling 

I'm out there sittin on lorenzo's 

Attractin, two, four, five, or six hoes 

Uh, girls scream my name 

And the hype crazy, it wasn't me it was the fame 

E dub the rap sugar cane 

[your homeboy drove up] I give a fuck who came 

I'm off the hook like 27th street between 11th and 12th 

All by myself 

Chorus: 

Ayo, you think you holdin it down 

Don't get gassed 

On the real you and your mans are clowns 

Don't get gassed 

Ay, you think you flyer than me 

Don't get gassed 

I'm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass 

Ay, you think you hold the crown 

Don't get gassed 

On the real you and your mans are clowns 

Don't get gassed 

Ay you think you flyer than me 

Don't get gassed 

I'm legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass 

[verse 2] 

Check it, who wanna go at it, buck for buck 

I come through like nigga what, in a brinks truck 

Blow it up like the spanish cat, in dead presidents 

Get the money, hand out gifts, in your residence 

>from snoop dogg, "bitch please" 

King of new york, "christopher walken" on mcs 

I'm hard to please, excite me 

Jump off the brooklyn bridge 

Heads first, face, thug, and live 

Now that my get you a "yo duke is ill" 

But that still ain't got shit to do with the skills 

Uh, why you wanna go against me with no brains 

When I'm a big dude, and you a buck and change 

Me, I got no time for playin games 

If it can't ride upon the track then switch lanes 

New game, watch how I rearrange the structure 

Here's a hundred grand, keep the change you fucker 

I'm like the magazine, my flow is upscale 

My shit flourish, and yours don't sale 

On the other hand, you're mad to def at soundscan 

And left wit a couple of fans 

Chorus: 

So what you and your man went gold 

Don't get gassed 

I got a couple of million sold 

Don't get gassed 

I bet ya next year you fold 

Don't get gassed 

I'm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass 

So what you and your man went gold 

I got a couple of million sold 

Don't get gassed 

I bet ya next year you fold 

Don't get gassed 

I'm a legend, know somethin, I whoop your ass 

Yeah 

"don't believe the hype"