Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Boosie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Composer
S. Barsh
Composer
Torrence Hatch Jr.
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Take a ride with me, ****
Real slow
[Verse 2]
I roll slow through the ghetto
Kids holler, "Boosie"
This life a **** livin' like I'm starring in a movie
Fresh out the jacuzzi, lil' powder on my chest
Got 30 on my neck, Turk and Mel just check the check
The old people holler, "Bad ass, boy, you blessed"
Just keep yo head up and let God do the rest
So I ride clean
With Gucci glasses
Eatin' fettuccine in the room with Savage
Got the screens in the back seat
Girls screamin' in the back seat
Black tank, black heat with a dime piece
Yeah, I'm for real
And I wake up every mornin' tryna get that mil
Told my momma I'ma change, that you will see
This world full of trouble and I'm Boosie B the B
That's for bad ass
Fast cash
That's what a **** chasin'
Headin' to the top 'cause I ain't got no patience
[Verse 3]
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the 5-0?
Ride on a ****
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the good **** die by the trigger
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the 5-0?
Ride on a ****
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the good **** die by the trigger
I'll be ridin' real slow
[Verse 4]
I made a right on Murda, Murda, huh
Time to smoke on me some purple, purple, huh
I let my top back, cock my Glock back
And now I'm cruisin'
Night time hit, had to quit distributing
I called up Fire Red
She say she got somethin' for me
Shawty, she straight thuggin'
That girl can take somethin'
Eat Piccadilly
Four times a day
All the bad bitches like Boosie
You ain't gained no weight
Motivate me, girl
And let me know I'm the shit
Tell 'em 'bout me, girl
So they can know I'm the shit
I let down my window
And stick out my wrist
I let the doors up
And jump out of my shit
And all the chicks be fascinated
'Cause I'm fresh faded
The hood, glad I made it, get your bread hatch, baby
Twenty miles an hour in the heat of the night
Cruisin' down airline livin' that life
[Verse 5]
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the 5-0?
Ride on a ****
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the good **** die by the trigger
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the 5-0?
Ride on a ****
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the good **** die by the trigger
[Verse 6]
I made a right on Holly Road
Saw some lil ****
Throwing fours
The lil **** in the back say them 24's
I told him yeah
And you can get 'em if you get a roll
On the block, the cops hot, so we ride slow
No beat, just the highs, and the highs low
Stop at the finna, got a tee, and a bandanna
A baby bottle of that lean and a grape Fanta
And got my shit cut fresh by my **** Poohla
Falling asleep in the chair, me and my Ruda
I had to shake back quick off of Nestea
Got out the chair, iced up and a fresh tee, Steve Harvey
That's me, car up in reverse, then I put it in drive
One designated roller, but we all get high
Slow motion when we ride, but we all go live
Comin' through that south-swerving side-to-side
And we ride
[Verse 7]
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the 5-0?
Ride on a ****
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the good **** die by the trigger
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the 5-0?
Ride on a ****
Real slow
Take a ride with me, ****
Where the good **** die by the trigger
Real slow
Written by: Aloe Blacc, Khalil Abdul‐Rahman, S. Barsh
