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    "Enjoy Da Ride" Lyrics

    Redman feat. Method Man and Saukrates

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    Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen
    To the Roller Coaster Malpractice
    Please stay seated, yeah and hold on even fuckin' tighter now
    Cause this next section's, as big as the
    Fuckin', bleedin' Ti, fuckin' Titanic

    And it's called the Heart Attack Mountain
    Which we feel is self-explanatory
    (Stop, stop, stop, stop)

    Yo, I know the streets is watchin'
    Dirty date niggas cock-blockin' and plottin'
    Waitin' for my downfall, street got options
    Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, I'ma stay rockin'
    All emcee's paused when they heard the album's droppin'

    Nuttin' but the hottest hip hop rap concoction
    Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin'
    I produce joints that loosen up the socket
    Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit

    Bang your head to this, pump your fist if you feelin' it
    Wild the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it
    This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with?
    Who the ultimate?

    Stay committed, sold my soul to this rap shit
    Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get clapped quick
    I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits
    And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture

    Hold on
    This is Dr. Trevis, comin' to y'all motherfuckers live
    Hold on, hold on
    The Roller Coaster Malpractice
    (Stop, stop, stop, stop)

    Yo, yo, yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front
    So hard the airbags use nasal pumps
    Jump out, cock the shottie, raise 'em up
    I stomp holes like the ground ain't paved enough

    Inform the former, the first step was a warm-up
    The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was
    Chickens that'll run in, burn the barn up
    Shots'll tear ya Sean John and Phat Farm up

    I never got a Soul Train award
    Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all
    Trick a bitch car payment off
    I'm a orangutan when the chain is off, nigga

    I set trip and I slowly blas
    With a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
    Leavin', stains of blood on your Roley glass
    When I'm, in your hood nigga throw me bags, y'all

    Hold on
    You've just been hit with the ultimate hardcore shit
    Hold on, hold on, motherfucker
    The Roller Coaster Malpractice
    (Stop, stop, stop, stop)

    Let's trip the night fantastic
    I'm flexible, they used to call me plastic
    These big butt bitches get they ass kicked
    It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids
    Couldn't live where we live

    I can't be defeated like 'Nobody Beats the Wiz'
    Like, when Daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids
    Right? You know the Clan and you know the fuckin' man
    Meth rock a mic without a kickstand
    Two blunts and razors in his wristband

    Slap you and your bitch, man
    Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man
    When it's goin' down, call me quicksand
    Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston
    And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant

    For this aggression, no question, M E to the F
    And be flexin' as hard as my erection
    Kid, learn your lesson 'cuz what if I decide to start testin'
    Your joint, end the motherfuckin' session

    Hold on
    This is the final moment, where you motherfuckers 'bout to die
    Hold on, hold on, yo
    The Roller Coaster Malpractice
    (Stop, stop, stop, stop)

    Yo, yo, let a nigga get into it
    Lubricate y'all veins with this do it fluid
    I Einstein the rhymes, spit them thangs to prove it
    Cross with the Mack, in fact, my game's the truest

    Now I'm on the highway, doin' it my way
    With Street, Illegal, Meth, Roc, and Doc Friday
    Performin' like the weather was warm and drop heat
    On the streets through zero degree storms and

    Keep the ghetto, pop your metal
    Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow
    The addiction, ain't no friction
    I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription, with diction

    Gettin' thick when I put fire to the steaks
    And burn the odds, like a iron to your face
    These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin'
    Make it clear, look out, Big 'Sauks is here, nigga, what?

    Hold on
    This is Dr, Trevis, warnin' y'all motherfuckers
    Hold on, hold on
    The Roller Coaster Malpractice
    (Stop, stop, stop, stop)

    Hold on, hold on
    PPP Def Squad, we lock shit down
    Hold on, hold on
    The Roller Coaster Malpractice
    (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
    This song was submitted on March 14th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Reggie Noble, Karl Amani Wailoo, Clifford Smith, Patrick Charles, W. Stewart.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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