Ride

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 [Khao] 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] Ahh Sho nuff, sho nuff In my 'Lac with me On a sack with me Ahh Drop the game on them hoes {*Fades Out*}