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    "Ride" Lyrics


    Umm, yes, yes, yes, y'all
    Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
    Sho nuff
    Let's ride, let's ride

    [Mr. G Stacka]
    I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer
    Full of herb
    And this killer ass reefer got a nigger feeling swozy
    I'm slowly, creepin' up through the hood
    And I see my niggas, and the smoking real good
    So show a nigga love, what up kinfolk

    And while you at my nigga, won't you past the dope
    You know a nigga has to choke
    Of killer both for me, I got the smoke flowing down my throat
    So playa won't you ride with me
    We can get quizzer in the front of my drop top Caddy
    With my heat just ready to skeet
    So playa please don't drop no fire on my feet
    But it's all good, cause it's much love
    And I got my mind twisted off kind bud
    I'm screaming out Dirty thug
    Sipping on the Cognac with the hardest buzz
    So tell me what it was
    What it be like
    Mr. G living up to this gangster life
    And it's got me on a flight higher than a kite
    And my eyes real low so I have no sight
    I'm feeling really right as I keep flow, through the sky
    Way past cloud number nine

    Chiefing all the time, blazing on an ounce
    Cause I just can't make it with a nickel or a dime
    Everything looking fine in the Gump city
    Girls walk around short skirts on looking pretty
    You can tell the thugs from the sedity
    All the high-class girls always acting nitty
    But showing no pity, in the land
    Of blunt passing
    Niggas be everlasting
    Where Mr. G gone blaze the weed
    Until I'm dead and gone off in my casket

    [Chorus 1-Mr. G]
    Now take a trip in my 'Lac with me
    We can patch in
    You can go half on a sack with me
    We can find a freaky slut to beat
    And if it come down to it

    We can bust our heat in the street
    See, it don't really matter
    Long as I'm down for you
    And you down for me
    We can ride together, forever
    Rolling through the streets of the G-U-M-P

    [Chorus 2-Khao]
    It ain't nothing like riding the track, rocking the show
    Making the crowd get hype, letting them know
    Is you ready to wild out, I'm bout to flow
    Got you peeping the style out, as I go

    [Chorus 3-Big Pimp]
    Now should I drop the game on them hoes
    Now do you really understand
    How the pimp game goes
    It's all about money and hoes
    Keep us in it, with your mind froze
    And slamming Cadillac doors

    Now I'm a ride on the track
    Giving you something that you can feel
    Better buckle up before you go, haters hit the door
    Cause we be hitting you with the skills
    Don't give up before you flow, I'm a let you know
    That my adrenaline assembling
    That's enough to have a emcee trembling
    Just give me the mic and them Frank Benjamin's
    And call the paramedic, I'm about to injure men
    Finish him, ain't many left to cope
    Hearts stopped beating, listen to this stethoscope
    So many emcees getting' left for broke
    And try to make a comeback, shoulda kept the joke
    Khao be the name, try dissin' me
    Your history, your absence a mystery
    Dried your game up like an antihistamine
    Put that on Big Pimp and Mr. G
    This'll be, something that people can ride to
    Laid back, track cool like Rallo
    Hit after hit we follow
    Wanted to nibble and bit off way more than you can swallow
    Y'all must be drunk off the bottle
    Hating on us, don't talk, bring yourself to me
    I don't need nobody helping me
    I'm about to lyrically burn a brother to the 12th degree
    What y'all wanna do now, huh
    Humiliated, didn't know, Krumbsnatchaz affiliated
    With Dirty, came up and really made it
    All these cats wanna be down with us
    I really hate it, but illustrated, the picture
    It takes skills to grab the mic
    And keep it tight, some want, simplified:
    Some had it, some got it
    Some wish they did, and some don't

    [Chorus 2]
    [Chorus 1]
    [Chorus 3]

    [Big Pimp]
    Now let me take you to the land where the riders see
    Pardon me shorty
    Let me introduce you to my pimp psychology
    Let a young nigga hold if you down with a holla at me
    Now follow me, to my '98 'Lac outside
    Now is she ready to ride
    Slip cover your eyes, it's a surprise
    I'll be obliged if you slide where them Dirty boys hide
    And I was hypnotized when a young playa saw (um,um)
    Your pretty brown eyes
    And I apologize if I came to hard
    Trying to get between your, sugar brown thighs
    You know the pimp hide
    And it's 12 o'clock tonight
    I got late night lust
    We need to, bring a pen and pad
    And keep count (keep count)
    Of the nuts I bust (I bust)
    I'm swerving, looking through my rearview nervous
    While your head steady working
    And your neck steady jerking
    Up on your knees in my seat
    And your lips steady slurping
    I don't just kill a knob
    And I know your mouth finna' throb
    And baby if you could
    Shine and rob with your tongue
    Like old Inga Shywood (Shywood), situation all good
    I love the way you got straight to it
    And plus I love the way you do it
    I wouldn't take nothing from you
    Girl you's a true headhunter
    Booger-lips turner
    You must have got it from you mother
    Now look up in the sky, it's a pimp in the air
    So freaky bitches better beware
    I got your mind, mega blown
    With the game that I spit
    And keep them freaky bitches horny as hell

    [Chorus 3]

    [Chorus 2]

    [Chorus 1]

    Sho nuff, sho nuff
    In my 'Lac with me
    On a sack with me
    Drop the game on them hoes

    {*Fades Out*}
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Graham Vernon Massey, Gerald Rydel Simpson, Mark L. Adams, Mark F. Hicks, George Curtis Jones, Raymond Guy Turner, Stephen C. Washington, Daniel Webster, Starleana Young.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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