Released on February 8, 1994

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[Verse 1]

Headed out for Austin, now we're halfway down the road

Hollerin', "Budda-by, budda-by, budda-by, budda-by!", steady starin' out the window

It feels good, it feels tight, it feels like you need it

And back out on the road is where we like to be seated

We got Half-Pint style, we got a U-Roy style

A Half-Pint style, we got a U-Roy style

We got to put that shit together in a creative style

To put that shit together in a creative style


[Bridge 1]

Outside on the pavement, I won't feel afraid

There's a little piece of paper sayin' how we won't get paid


[Pre-Chorus]

Back out on the highway, Phoenix looks the same

Don't look at me, 'cause I got no one to blame


[Chorus 1]

I can't make you overstand, risin' up in a hip-hop dance

Smile if you got the weed

That's all you need


[Verse 2]

Headed out to Houston, now we're halfway out the door

Hollerin', "Budda-by, budda-by, budda-by, budda-by!", starin' out the window

It feels good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it

I know how females like to be treated

The lights in front of me, and the stars up above

Out on the interstate, it's all about love, love, love

And if I never realize, then that's how it has to be

And all the DJ doubters got to give me money, so what?


[Bridge 2]

Back out on the freeway, I won't feel the same

Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain


[Pre-Chorus]

Back out on the highway, Phoenix looks the same

Don't ask me 'cause I've got no one to blame


[Chorus 2]

I can't make you overstand, I'm risin' up in a hip-hop dance

Smile if you got the weed

That's all you need, yeah, yeah


[Outro]

Highway is rollin', but I won't see

Because no one can tell you you've got to be afraid

We've got to roll back on the highway, livin' it on the real

But the real's so hard, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta be real!

I wanna be real! I wanna be real!

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