Full Throttle

Full Throttle

When I'm done, in my dying days
You'll probably figure out this ain't no phase
Gonna go out 180 proof
Kickin' up dust
Spreadin' out my loot
Tell my wife and kids
Their Daddy's going home
Don't shed no fuckin' tears
I love you to the bone
And all the player haters
They can eat a dick
[Instrumental rise, Incomprehensible Lyrics]

No turnin back now we going out full throttle
Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle
We some Stoners Reeking Havoc we ain't no role models
No turnin back now no turnin back now

Now days tensions high seems everyone's on edge
Walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge
Now days you lose control its take what you can get
Where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet

No turnin back now we going out full throttle
Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle
We some Stoners Reeking Havoc we ain't no role models
No turnin back now no turnin back now

Watch out
(Back up)
Cause this is the fast lane
I got a lead foot, heavy boots, and 3 hoots on my brain
Ride looks like its on fire, but you know my engine's clean
I'm just smoking the tires, racing off every green

Step up, Step up, If you got a little somethin'
But your rev better be louder then my system that is bumpin'
Don't come round me talkin shit if you're not built to the brim
Cause now you gon' get whipped, I never lose, I always win
Where you at, right here, and there's plenty more comin'
See when the Kings' is in the house, everybody comes runnin'
Meetin in the parking lot, to smoke pot before the shows
Hookin up with all the ladies, takin home all the ho's
We having fun?
(Fuck Yeah!)
Will it stop?
(Fuck No!)
I'd still be tokin', blowin' endo even if I was broke
Ain't that right D-Loc?
(Hell muthafuckin' yeah!)
Fuck a fist or middle finger, throw your horns in the air

First Gear, I feel the walls closin in
Second Gear, now the airs gettin thin
Third Gear, face to face with the enemy
Fourth Gear, no fear, rippin' on the sediment

No turnin back now we going out full throttle
Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle
We some Stoners Reeking Havoc we ain't no role models
No turnin back now no turnin back now

Now days tensions high seems everyone's on edge
Walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge
Now days you loose control its take what you can get
Where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet

No turnin back now we going out full throttle
Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle
We some Stoners Reeking Havoc we ain't no role models
No turnin back now no turnin back now

Fuck everybody if you said I couldn' rap
Your kickin fiction and I'm kickin facts
And it's like that
You ain't nothing but a fag
Let me write it on my pad
Just to get you mad
Now Day's it's seems like everybody on edge
Walkin over pit's of fire on a skinny ledge
I'm going full bore I'm ballin till I fall out
Graduated High School But a college drop out
That don't mean shit because theres no turning back
I got my bong my buds and my baseball bat
Ready for what ever at any time whoever
You gotta have that mental or this shit'll get you no where
Got be cleava and put it all together
Remember that sayin I float like a feather
Come on dog, how could you think that?
You got it twisted
Do the math

First Gear, I feel the walls closin in
Second Gear, now the airs gettin thin
Third Gear, face to face with the enemy
Fourth Gear, no fear, rippin' on the sediment

No turnin back now we going out full throttle
Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle
We some Stoners Reeking Havoc we ain't no role models
No turnin back now no turnin back