Two Miles an Hour (Remix) Ludacris (Ft. Playaz Circle)
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[Intro: Ludacris]
Yeah.. we gon' send this one out
To e'rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship
Let's ride
[Chorus: Ludacris]
Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you
It's get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let's roll!
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Yess; Seven cars, eight cribs, and ain't a damn thang changed
Still pumpin' ten kickers, still grippin' the grain
Still candy in the paint, still ridin' them thangs
Most of my folks would same I'm happy, but I still feel pain
Until I jump in my ride, that's my only escape
Me and my automobiles got these neighbors screaming "Gimme a break!"
It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
Don't be mad cuz I can't hold my five hundred horses
Lamborginis and Porches, Ferraris and Vipers
I'mm wipe the seats wit' you drool, and rub the hood wit a diaper
Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank
I mean to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank
Go strap yout seatbelts on, go put ya money up
Go put your life on the line, go put ya honey up
Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys
It's time to play, or better yet brand out the toys; we goin'
Yeah.. we gon' send this one out
To e'rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship
Let's ride
[Chorus: Ludacris]
Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you
It's get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let's roll!
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Yess; Seven cars, eight cribs, and ain't a damn thang changed
Still pumpin' ten kickers, still grippin' the grain
Still candy in the paint, still ridin' them thangs
Most of my folks would same I'm happy, but I still feel pain
Until I jump in my ride, that's my only escape
Me and my automobiles got these neighbors screaming "Gimme a break!"
It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
Don't be mad cuz I can't hold my five hundred horses
Lamborginis and Porches, Ferraris and Vipers
I'mm wipe the seats wit' you drool, and rub the hood wit a diaper
Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank
I mean to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank
Go strap yout seatbelts on, go put ya money up
Go put your life on the line, go put ya honey up
Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys
It's time to play, or better yet brand out the toys; we goin'
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