Tytuł: The Ride

• Wykonawca: G-dep
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[Verse 1]
  First off, how you gon' come off
  All this rap shit, get done off
  Man listen this a passionate mind
  I come thru, gun drew splashin a rhyme
  Wet dat, dead dat, cash on the line
  In an orderly fashion in the back'a the line
  Can't talk now, I got cash on tha mind
  Bitches and dolla signs dance in they mind
  I love dat doe, but yall niggas love dat flow
  Man I don't love dat hoe
  All I see is cash flow
  Brains an occasional ass hole
  What I need is a, whole lotta money involved
  I might run into Rob and run in ya job
  Real cats take chances
  Then I make ya +head spin+ like +break dancers+
  
  [Chorus]
  My niggas in the front don't front
  My niggas in the back, where you at
  My niggas on the side, bout to slide
  My niggas in the middle we rock just a little
  Then we ride, the ride
  
  My bitches in the front don't front
  My bitches in the back, where you at
  My bitches on the side, bout to slide
  My bitches in the middle we rock just a little
  Then we ride, the ride
  
  [Verse 2]
  If raps don't work, need ta put some in
  I hear yall knockin' but ya can't come in
  Said I'd get cha, wrote the scripture
  Chick roastin like motion picture
  Have you any idea, how many nice MC's
  And how many I feared - None
  Just trust me son, I do what must be done
  And I just begun, I let em-
  Count sheep, rock em to sleep
  Got me, cocking the heat, poppin a Jeep
  Let's go, Expo top of the line
  Exo, Yes ho, hoppin in mine, I got a-
  Big Bad Boy you could meet
  Men use beef and its all you can eat, I be the-
  Dep with a G in the front
  Front, fuck around and be in a trunk
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3]
  Ain't no games if you're curious B
  Can't be serious G, seriously, I'm out ta-
  Put a big hole in the joint
  Like I, sold her the joint, told her to point, its like-
  Mind over matter with this
  Mad Hatter with this, battle with this
  Like a +sentence+, it just +run-on+
  I'm pro and you a princess, come on
  Yall ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie
  And ya aim ain't steady
  Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy
  Brain ain't ready, my game ain't petty
  Must be stupid or somethin'
  Thinkin' this all love like Cupid or somethin'
  Live from the 2-1-2
  One question: What you gon' do?
  
  [Chorus Til Fade]