N.o.r.e. - Jesus Take The Wheel lyrics

[Hook x2: N.O.R.E.] Jesus, take the wheel I'm too drunk to drive Jesus, take the wheel Jesus, take the wheel I'm too drunk to drive Jesus, take the wheel Pray [Verse 1: N.O.R.E.] I feel like malcolm with the gun while he staring out the window Extra cartridges but I ain't talking no Nintendo Roll a ooh ah blunt, some say extendo n***as had love, I found out it was pretend, though I entered the game with a cla**ic, The War Report It might burn down your fabric, the holy ghost Legends, let me speak on your behalf These new n***as annoying like Elliot's laugh Put that on your rap radar, I beat to the dot, hit n***as with the AR I been friends where them n***as slaying cane at Same place where they claim they jump game at Got blown puta, puneta, sell hard white, I call it Static Selektah See, I'm the reason you got head on the highway Frank Sinatra my Gs it's true, did it my way Only dude I asked to get in on this song and the n***a ain't do it Was the kid Lil Sean, f** it, I get Detroit love anyway Cool with Trick Trick, Detroit love any day And see my pa**port is stamped, I go through customs with a Kanye rant (Kanye's Airport Rant) And out of town blame a Ebro or Geespin Well, out-of-towners rocks on the box more than we then I sit back and open up the reese lane Still get your head walking out the precinct I told Steven Hill that it's real, next year at the Cypher mind get k**ed [Hook: N.O.R.E.] [Verse 2: Reks] Speed off, won't smear off, license revoked Nights with the Henny ho, the ice, no coke No joke, give it straight, no chaser Planet of the apes where they go and can't come for the papers Gorillas, pushers, dealers, k**ers White boys calling themselves n***as, sh** is All type of f**ed up, funeral's bucked up Who the most stuck up till they get stuck up Blungee off the bungee cord, balls off the Ouija board Broads overseas, on board, call the guard Got a dog with the bark, hell high, rough riding it Come from an environment where gang war prominent Most dominant me and my conglomerate Toast to the winners, the survivors gotta honor it Soldiers salute, all my legends pursue Murdering the 100 proof, body in the booth She a model, let her swatter, let her gobble what I shoot Pop a molly in the hallway of the ha** mess, too Kendrick control bars got em in their hearse Got em digging in their purse, try to memorize the verse To retaliate, nowadays rappers all feather weight Ain't no heavy weight, marshmallow pillow case Soft with their metaphors, you ain't never met a force Similar to N.O. and R.E. boss [Outro: N.O.R.E.] Yeah And I ain't got no disrespect for the homie Kendrick Long as kurrupt mind his business, no interest Some of these responses, they oughta stop Cause even when they kick down the buildings it was photoshopped [Hook: N.O.R.E.]