, one more time Oh oh no no here we go again, again Oh oh no, oh no 'Cause ain't nobody lookin' at you When I pulled up in my ride it was four fly girls
torn up from the huntdown Brakes lock 'em up now a rich bitch smack 'em up now a plucked out eyebrow down Naa dog, a broad got to be a hussy A hood rat that ride
can y'all do something for me? Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky, Timbaland I be creepin' in backyards, dippin' in alley ways My brother in the 360, I'm in a escalade We piled ride
on the gas, step on the brake Step on the gas, step on the brake Show 'em how we ride Town n*** gon' side Go, put the pedal to the metal, go Let's ride
Full speed. Brakes off, turn me I didn?t know that you could Burn me, tasty, base beat Just feet it coming over. Oh boy I?m here to stay Ride on the
At junction 8 the traffic starts to slow Artilleries of braking lights and bluish glow Ascending in a plumage of twisted steel Shattered glass and
) I'm like wrap time, deep fat fry him (Uumh) Jumped up getting gassed by it (Gassed by it) Said I'm coming on the ride, so I sat by him (Yes) Strally
be there's no roof above me Or the 22's underneath me That's keepin' them sirens flashin' on my ass Should I get to pumpin' the brakes or mashin' on
[Verse 1: Juicy J] Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin When I ride down the strippin Bentley rolls on these hoes Couple months a nigga be flippin
ridin wit a whole B It was money green, fat boy triple gold Tha 20's era, right when we stop ridin fo's Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch rims glide 6 feet off
don't know me like that! [Verse 1] So, so, come on, come on. DON'T get swung on, swung on. It's the knick-knack-patty-whack still riding cadillacs. Family
it to get back Yes indeed, I'm a little off track track Off this weed and I'm full of that 'gnac Get on in that stankin' Lincoln, crank it up and ride
(Shaquille O'Neal) Yo Trigg (Trigga) Yeah, yeah diesel (Shaquille O'Neal) Come take this ride with me dog (Trigga) Let's flow dog Diesel, diesel (
test A motherfucker wanna go and put a tattoo on my chest Now I'm caught up in the mix and I can't do shit But still I can't ride with program, fearing
all exuisent when I get explicit Because I got a lowride that looks like it slow rides Don't be suprised when I'm hopping next to your ride See saw,
when they heard me in the radio they requested till I die and I must admit That I love you yappin' lips 'cause it makes me ride my rolas amd my music