文本歌词

On the Run - Mac Dre/Vital
I'm a raw dog ya'll tryin to shake the kennell
I stay in underbuckets and I ride in rentals
'Cause the rollers wanna pinch me wash me rinse me
Brick wall razor wire behind the fence me
Put me where thy mother can't kiss me kiss me
Put me where thy brother gon' miss me miss me
I stay off the phone I take dumb ways home
I let my beard grow and my hair get long
It's on I'm gone n**ga if I stay I'm cooked
I'm seein' police everywhere I look
It's off the hook I've never been scarier
My n**gas say boy if they catch you they gon' bury ya
Leave the area live on a farm and
Keep a long sleeve shirt for them tats on your arm
I'm on the run
Packin' my gun
Havin' no fun
Caught in the 'cross hairs
When I thought I had run
I'm on the run
Packin' my gun
Havin' no fun
Caught in the 'cross hairs
When I thought I had run
Man I'm washed tryin' to shake John
Wash Americas Mos tryin' to say I'm a crime boss
I'm getting lost boy I'm finna head for the hills
It's survival skills I'm on the run for real
I'm always in different locs
Switchin' and ditchin' lots
Pistols I'm grippin' those
Mixed officials I'm hittin' those
I'm watched and can't avoid it
The cops got me noided
Every time they hit I'm flushin' sh*t down the toilet
B**ches can't spoil it
I gets further
Can't stick me with the murder
They witness I'm gon' hurt her
I got a ******** with a 50 round drum
And when they people come dude I make it hum
I'm on the run
Packin' my gun
Havin' no fun
Caught in the 'cross hairs
When I thought I had run
I'm on the run
Packin' my gun
Havin' no fun
Caught in the 'cross hairs
When I thought I had run
They tryin' to stick me with a grand jury endictment
So I ride and I creep with a alias license
My license got a picture of me with a different name
I'm hyphy could you picture me in a different game
I'm dippin' man I'm different man
Call me Casper
It goes faster
You hear those flowmasters
High speed pursuit
Partner I'm a scoot
I got jukes
Patterns and roots
It's bye bye now n**ga I ride out
I slide out and dip to my hide out
Boy I shake the spot 'cause n**ga
I'm not tryin' to go to love
For the 3 hots and a cot
I'm on the run
Packin' my gun
Havin' no fun
Caught in the 'cross hairs
When I thought I had run
I'm on the run
Packin' my gun
Havin' no fun
Caught in the 'cross hairs
When I thought I had run