Testo Dashboard - BONES

Dashboard

Yeah
Comin' to your live from the cemetery
Put a 94 and a 95
It's goin' down like this
For all you hatin' ass bitches
Play hate
Don't eat your soul

Whippin' Chevy on Pirelli, swangin' lines, dope, dope
Keep the heater on my lap, I ain't got a truck, truck
Got my youngin' in the grap with the Kel-Tec pump
Ten shells, send it to hell, if he talkin' tuck, tuck
He a pump, he a pussy, he don't really drive, drive
Try to jack me for my can, the car, you must wanna die
Flipped a Motorola, cuz it chirpin' like a bird
Through the streets, made labor, it's the gang that gon' hurt you

Yeah
No time to live
3:45 AM
Still I gonna die

Touchscreen navigator, seats made of alligator
Boots made of reptile, wrist shinin' like it's Vegas
Chain look like Now and Laters, punchin' like a calculator
Hunnid here, hunnid there, got no time to late it, late it
I just charge it to the gang, if I ever trippin', trippin'
Bitch, I'll barrel eggs sippin', bitch I'm wood grain grippin'
HD DVD playin' in the dashboard
Rush hour to alarming traffic help me fast forward, yeah

What?
Yeah
It's like that