Bone Thugs-n-harmony On The Freeway Lyrics

On The Freeway Lyrics

Bizzy: 

She's ridin' on the 

highway, highway, highway. 



Cat Cody: 

She's ridin' on 

the highway. 



Bizzy: 

Tellin' me to 

be careful. 



Cat Cody: 

Zoom, zoom, zoom, 

zoom, zoom. 



Bizzy: 

Tellin' me to be careful though so dangerous. I say 

let's change it. Put on your coat and call up the 

chauffeur. Oh, gotta leave the 

babies. Face-to-face it's goin' down, baby lace 

it with some basement 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 waiting for? Basic relations waitin', wakin' up in 

the storm. 



Bizzy: 

Roll with me. 

Roll, can't you come over? 



Cat Cody: 

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: 

When I put you 

in my car... 



Cat Cody: 

Zoom, zoom. 



Bizzy: 

...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. 



Bizzy: 

Roll with me. 

Roll, can't you come over? 



Cat Cody: 

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: 

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: 

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? 



Bizzy: 

Roll with me. 

Roll, can't you come over? 



Cat Cody: 

Just for that touch. 



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? 



Cat Cody: 

Yea, you can. Yea,

you can go with me. 

Yea, I know 

you can. 



Cat Cody: 

C'mon, yea you can. 

I know you can. 

Just ride with me.