Something I made up last year. Enjoy! Cruisin' down the street in my Six-Seven, Ride so nice, thought I passed and went to Heaven. Took it to the track one Wednesday night, Paid my dues, got my entry, time to take flight. Guy pulls up in his Super Sport, Givin' quick shots of exhaust report. As I give a subtle glance from my gangster lean, He's all squinty-eyed, tryin' to look mean. Light turns green and I'm good to go, Pumpin' all I've got through the Four-Three-Oh. Side by side for a second, 'til she catches her breath, The guy's makin' faces like he's high on crystal meth. My car shifts gears, no longer side by side, Homeboy glances at his dash, like his car just died. Pedal to the floor, pushing harder and harder, Lookin' up in the rear-view, he's getting farther and farther. 70 miles an hour, just hit third gear, SS three car lengths back, I've got nothin' to fear. Flew through the trap at a Hundred and Seven, Ride so nice, thought I passed and went to Heaven. :TU:
