Street Racing "LORD"

This is Lord, oh
Pushes the gas to the floor,
Can you do it like that, bro?
Of course not, no
Man - this is my flow
Inhale the exhaust fumes.

Street racing is like a rap battle
I arrive first so the rival cries
We're standing at the start
And thinking about the bet
I put my 3 grand in the bank
And he asked, is that enough for you, b..ch?
We shook hands firmly;
Green light, gas to the floor
Speedometer on the barrel
Shifting into fifth at three hundred
In this fight I'm Monte Cristo!

This is Lord, oh
Pushes the gas to the floor,
Can you do it like that, bro?
Of course not, no
Man - this is my flow
Inhale the exhaust fumes.

Your girl at the finish hands me the prize
Now she'll fulfill my every whim,
She'll melt under me like a chocolate bar
Your girl is sweet like marmalade,
Dude, don't start blubbering like a woman
You lost her, now you're not with her
Heard on the radio the cops are closing in
Got in the car and made a quick getaway.

This is Lord, oh
Pushes the gas to the floor,
Can you do it like that, bro?
Of course not, no
Man - this is my flow
Inhale the exhaust fumes.

I just thought, what if they spot me
Suddenly I hear the flashing lights following me,
Turned the music down and cut the bass
Turned off the lights and ducked into an alley,
The cops lost sight of me in an instant
But who they were chasing, of course they knew,
10 minutes pass and I'm in the neighborhood
I'll never think about the law,
In the garage, a black Ford
Sitting in it is SANYA - LORD!!!!