On The Freeway

-Bizzy Bone-(Cat Cody)-Intro-
She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway/ (She's ridin' on the highway)/ She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway/ (She's ridin' on the highway)/ She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway/ (She's ridin' on the highway)/ She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
-Bizzy Bone-
Tellin' me to be careful
-Cat Cody-
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom,zoom
-Bizzy Bone-
Tellin' me to be carful though so dangerous/ I say let's change it/ Put on your coat and call up the chauffer/ Oh, gotta leave the babies/ Face-to-face it's goin' down/ Baby lace it with some basment as (Just a little)/ Just a little temptation, and bury it underground/ And make ya nigga feel famous and say "Hey, fuck the pages"/ Off to the freeway, anxious to play/ (Damn) Baby protect my health and yourself and everyone else/ And lady respect my patience from temptations/ Let off all that frustration, all is well, hell, what are you waitng for?/ Basic relations waitin', wakin' up in the storm/
-Bizzy Bone-Hook-
Roll with me/ Roll, can't you come over?
-Cat Cody-Chorus-
Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway?/ Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? Ah, ah, ah, ah
-Bizzy Bone-
When I Put you in my car (Zoom, zoom) move far/ We chose to lose time and, my, why there you are/ When I saw that night, I had to call/ It's gotta be right, it couldn't be wrong/ Lookin' in far fallen and gone, lookin' at the stars, all of them, long/ And on the freeway, baby believe me, gotta take it easy/ Yet appeasin' to please 'em/ Oh, Jesus, she's breathin' on me!/ But I ain't that weak to put her to sleep/ So respectful, respect your temple, subliminal/ Probably pause in the distance, reminisce visual, member my car
-Hook-
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
We're peekin' each other's secrets (Shhh)/ No speakin', just heavy breathin'/ (Why don't you take a ride with me? C'mon)
-Cat Cody-
Friday!
-Bizzy Bone-(Cat Cody)-
Friday evenin' clear through the weekend we're peakin' each others secrets/ No speakin', just heavy breathin'/ A quarter inch from your cleavage/ The reason you got me/ Teasin be gentle/ Interested sexual in a room to touch you eventual, too much potential/ Lookin' at you sensual/ Let you go, roll, have your space/ And I'll be paper chasin' up and down, straight ghetto face/ And have you ever fell in love/ Just as much that you forgot about everyone just for their touch? (Just for that touch)
-Hook-
-Cat Cody-
Roll, come on and roll with me. Stroll, come on and stroll with me. Girl, can't you come over? Stroll with me? Yea, you can. Yea, you can go with me. Yea, I know you can. C' mon, yea you can. I know you can. Just ride with me.