Ridin, Ridin, Ridin, Ridin I'm Ridin You Ridin We Ridin Ridin, Ridin We shoutin You shoutin Ridin, Ridin, Ridin, Ridin I'm Ridin You Ridin We Ridin Ridin
, sat and talk to the first light And for the first time, I didn't f*** on the first night And it was aight, shorty was a thoroughbred Like Belly, we
been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck Jay-Z" (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son", across the belly
Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47 Bustin' niggas in the belly Give them muthafuckas more than
every time they pull me over, it's like I'm back on trial They tryin' to catch a thug dirty while I'm ridin' You see a nigga fully rehabilitated Back
be I'm so HD and you just so ain't me Album coming soon just like o-k-c money music to my ears DO-RE-MI (Haha) Ridin with no rims I call it t-shirt with
I like to watch your body move when you're ridin' on top On top, on top, on top, eh I like to watch your body move when you're ridin' on top On top, on
some room Dogg House, you know Short Dog peep game, come on I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets No beer-belly fool, we get
with this, baby Talkin' about this real shit on the muthafuckin' microphone Pimps and hoes and gettin' money Tricks and hoes and fuckin' Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit Nigga ridin
Beard!" And Polly don't want a cracka' I'm gonna make you back up With the wind in the sail Destination on to the temple Where the boom lies in the ?bin full? Outlaws ridin
to get her cigerette lit I told her, "I be buyin liqour like it Shh.." She told me I'm a player motherfuu.. Forget about it, she know the scam And now she belly
the moon comes skimmin' away the stars When the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops Straight into my arms Straight into my arms I'm ridin' hard
or red, we like that fuckin green, papers what I said, Big Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, comin through just like L those bells are ringin
I'm prolly in the projects with some lil'niggas that's wanted In the whip with some tint, bad bitch with some sense I get tired of ridin this, I hit the
weed rolled '96 Impala with the stick on the floor Now its Bentely four do's with Patron on the low Light wood nigga, Polo fuck Hilfiger Jammin' Slim Thug, belly
with P. Ignorance leakes like back streets of sickness Or disease, and our weakness, we bleed Deceive to believe in this modern Eden, we thieve Conceive through this belly
wish a mothafucka would I keep a fresh pair of one's on my feet And double deuces on da Chevy 3's company the double 4's on my belly 5 hot amps speakers
