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Words And Music By Ricky Ross

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Now everyone's talking              ,How baby's in black
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She got Holy Rocker                 ,Mad Dog he called Ronnie
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Say here come old flat top         ,Come moving up slowly
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And she got a smile                   ,I can feel in my hip pocket

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And I cry, I cry, I cry ,Yes I sigh
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Well it's a big big dream ,But it's a good one


And she's beside me at the wheel ,It seems so real
And the driving it's so tiring ,And tank is less than zero
And my lips are chapped ,What with the roof down flat
And my lips are aching ,And My Veins Is Busting

And I cry, I cry, I cry ,Yes I sigh
Well it's a big big dream ,But it's a good one

And baby's got style ,Like a missile silo
And she got speed ,Like a Derby Racer
So you think I'm confused ,In this wild hard mood?
No, no she leads me by the hand ,Can't be bad