[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
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I'm the taxi driver
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Ridin around with me and my thoughts
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In the back seat behind me speakin
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to me while I'm drivin, I'm hearin them talk
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to me sayin where they wanna go
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Soon as they get in, they close the do'
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And then I cruise to wherever we ridin
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Wherever you can imagine from coast to coast
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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I got a foot on the gas, I got my eye on the road
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With an open mind as I roll, hopin to spy on my soul
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I lose control, pull up to a liquor sto' then get blowed
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Ridin down skid row, feelin kind of miserable
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I been the same since my enemies came
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You played a game, you get a foul, the penalty's pain
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Though I got a pen full of poison, the venom is fame
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The light changes, I take a right on Memory Lane
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And see, a couple niggaz on the corner chillin
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Lookin more and more familiar closer to 'em I get
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I pull up, hit the locks, they open the door
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And hop in and say they names is Hip and Hop
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So I grin, pretend I don't know 'em for shit
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I ask, "Ay homie, why they call you Hip?"
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He says - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic, hip-ocritical
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I could say (Dear Mama) and wonder why they call you bitch
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I seen drama, I step to the odds lookin at death in the eyes
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They probably MURDER ME, check my disguise
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You see it's money over bitches, bitches bring lies
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Money bring trouble and trouble wanna FOLLOW ME!
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Drop me on the corner of Flamingo and Koval
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And remember (All Eyez) on you"
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Then I come to a stop
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He exits the car, so I leave and I hear SHOTS
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[Chorus]
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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I'm the taxi driver
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Ridin with one passenger left
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About to catch a left after I catch my breath
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Peelin past them times where niggaz blast them nines
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Paranoid, done already lost half my mind - I'm high!
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Thinkin like what if the feds try to out me?
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I pull up to a stop on a red light at South Street
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I catch a parade goin by, full of rappers and snappers
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A Cadillac float full of trapsters
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Carryin a sign sayin "It's Our Time"
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I wave sayin I would never diss y'all grind
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So I'm waitin at the stoplight, South Street is jumpin
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I look back at Hop like, people call you Hop, right? (Yes!)
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After that, he's like - [imitating Notorious B.I.G.] "It's a green light
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You can weave right through, if you got keen sight
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Then make you a right then, head for the valley
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I'm (Going Going to Cali Cali), uhh
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Trust me, (Mo Money Mo Problems)
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Especially when you built for the stars
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You rather be, drivin yo' taxi than killed for the car
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So drop me on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard"
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I take him to the place he requested
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I tell him thanks for the message, the cab shakes when he exits
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I pull off (Hypnotized) then hear SHOTS
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And then my engine DIE soon as they kill Hop
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[Interlude: Royce]
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What's on your mind?
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Who's in your back seat?
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Do you go off your own thoughts?
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Are you even drivin your own car?
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I know what you thinkin, "This nigga sayin Hip-Hop is dead"
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Don't take song like I'm sayin we lost Hip-Hop
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Take it like I lost my mind
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[Chorus]
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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I'm the taxi driver
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Taxi Driver
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Royce Da 5'9'' |