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Tytuł: Ride (Down south)

  • Wykonawca: Foxy Brown
  • Wy¶wietleń: 294

  
   [Intro]
  Let's get it hype, nigga
  Let's get it crump
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  
  [Eightball]
  Pass me them Swisher Sweets, let's get it crump
  If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump
  Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
  Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready
  Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
  I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with
  Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle
  Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel
  Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
  Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
  Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-c-k, known for layin' it down
  And doin' shit the playa way
  Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
  Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free shit
  Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
  Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG
  
  [MJG]
  1 - All my hard core niggas, what you want to do?
  My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?
  All my money making bitches if you ride with me
  I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
  
  Now where them real bitches at
  Where them real bitches at
  Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
  
  And where my buck niggas at
  Where my buck niggas at
  Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on
  
  [Foxy Brown]
  I ain't new to this
  Damn nice bitch that's true to this
  Money ain't never been a thing to me
  Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)
  Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect
  Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv
  Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff
  And no dough? I dont fuck 'em
  Fuck I'mma fake for?
  Make mine's, I'mma take yours
  Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore
  Make bitch scream like, gimme some more
  If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?
  Waste of time
  It's like we playette minds
  Dont stop, get it get it
  Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro
  Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas
  They gon' pimp if you let them
  From NY to the dirty south
  And them bitches' dime tight
  I got my mind right
  And my ice got the shine right
  And if it don't blind bitches
  When them lights hit the wrist?
  You won't be sticking shit
  You be lickin' this
  
  Repeat 1
  
  [MJG]
  I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby
  Ice cold, stories so high
  I pimp the whole village twice
  So tight fold crease right on the president's nose
  Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney'and Buckstrum
  Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose
  Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those
  Pros, slam those
  Game tied tight like bows, we never close
  Three-sixty-five, twenty-four
  Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold
  Plus a load of killer, as Chronic gettin' blowed
  Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl
  Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
  Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go
  Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros
  We're pushin' hoes
  Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll
  MJG is in control
  
  Repeat 1
  
  [Juvenile]
  Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
  Up in the morning in the court, it's 'bout to go down
  There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
  Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found
  Juvenile's my name, bitch
  I represent it to the end, the same shit
  Niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks
  All you see is your boys and reeboks
  A thin hat to the back with a strap too
  Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to
  If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy
  Blocka, blocka, blocka
  Better get up off the block, boy
  Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy
  Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy
  You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha
  You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha
  
  Repeat 1
  
  [MJG]
  Where the real ones at? Be-atch...
  Oh, you know how we feel
  About all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars
  Wanna be like 'me ass" niggas
  Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches
  I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka
  You ain't nobody
  We been doing this, been doin' this shit
  We go way back with this baby
  Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha fuckin' microphone
  Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
  Tricks and hoes and fuckin'
  Mutha fuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit
  Nigga riding on 20's and shit
  Nigga what chu got?
  Brand new-assed nigga
  You don't know nothin' about this game
  Come on
  
  Repeat 1 until fade