歌曲 | Ryde or Die, B**** |
歌手 | The LOX |
专辑 | We Are the Streets |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dean, Jacobs, Mosley, Phillips ... | |
(feat. Eve, Timbaland) | |
[Jadakiss] | |
I'm feelin this hook right here | |
Good lookin out Timbaland, y'know? | |
[Timbaland] | |
Uh-huh | |
What? | |
Uh-huh | |
What? | |
[Timbaland (Eve)] | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
(I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat) | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
(I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back) | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
(Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum) | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
(I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue) | |
[Jadakiss] | |
Ha | |
Yo, yo, yo | |
Yeah, what's up ma, what's going on, I know you know 'Kiss | |
The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist | |
Can flow always, sit on 4 K's | |
Then wait for a drought and flood 'em with all 'dres | |
Ryde or die chick, hand do a B.I. | |
Give a nigga up north some ass on a V.I. | |
And she blackout when she in the mall | |
Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall | |
Don't matter what size panties, fitting her small | |
And she don't got no problem hittin' us all | |
And she said she got a man, but he in the fed | |
And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed | |
So you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog | |
Pushing the seat back gettin' right in the fall | |
Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store | |
Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin' whore | |
[Styles Paniro] | |
I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5 | |
Gettin' high with the Gucci frames over her eyes | |
Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in the Benz | |
cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs' | |
Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats | |
Gave me head cause the movie was wack, word | |
Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work | |
I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse | |
Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck | |
You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas | |
That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass | |
You could catch Holiday in a Holiday Inn | |
With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word | |
And if it got to do with money count Holiday in | |
With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man | |
You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam' | |
[Sheek Luchion] | |
Uh, uh, yo | |
Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X. | |
Look at me as that cat that know how to box | |
Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks | |
Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots | |
How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch | |
Fuck 'em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz | |
They like that shit, and I ain't gotta spend no checks | |
Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex | |
And they name, shout it out when I'm up at Flex | |
I get drunk with bitches that don't get drunk | |
Don't get high, have 'em doing drive-by's | |
Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids | |
Moms babysitting, ain't seen her in a week | |
I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek | |
I need a ryde or die bitch that'll take this coke | |
Out of town, and come back and breakdown when I'm broke, what |
zuo ci : Dean, Jacobs, Mosley, Phillips ... | |
feat. Eve, Timbaland | |
Jadakiss | |
I' m feelin this hook right here | |
Good lookin out Timbaland, y' know? | |
Timbaland | |
Uhhuh | |
What? | |
Uhhuh | |
What? | |
Timbaland Eve | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
Smoke ' dro, drink liquor, like to fuck ' til I cum | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue | |
Jadakiss | |
Ha | |
Yo, yo, yo | |
Yeah, what' s up ma, what' s going on, I know you know ' Kiss | |
The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist | |
Can flow always, sit on 4 K' s | |
Then wait for a drought and flood ' em with all ' dres | |
Ryde or die chick, hand do a B. I. | |
Give a nigga up north some ass on a V. I. | |
And she blackout when she in the mall | |
Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall | |
Don' t matter what size panties, fitting her small | |
And she don' t got no problem hittin' us all | |
And she said she got a man, but he in the fed | |
And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed | |
So you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog | |
Pushing the seat back gettin' right in the fall | |
Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store | |
Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin' whore | |
Styles Paniro | |
I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5 | |
Gettin' high with the Gucci frames over her eyes | |
Sweet to the tail, still won' t fuck in the Benz | |
cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs' | |
Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats | |
Gave me head cause the movie was wack, word | |
Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work | |
I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse | |
Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck | |
You don' t wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas | |
That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass | |
You could catch Holiday in a Holiday Inn | |
With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word | |
And if it got to do with money count Holiday in | |
With my ryde or die bitch that' ll body your man | |
You don' t like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam' | |
Sheek Luchion | |
Uh, uh, yo | |
Yo, when you see Sheek, don' t look at me as Sheek from The L. O. X. | |
Look at me as that cat that know how to box | |
Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks | |
Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots | |
How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch | |
Fuck ' em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz | |
They like that shit, and I ain' t gotta spend no checks | |
Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex | |
And they name, shout it out when I' m up at Flex | |
I get drunk with bitches that don' t get drunk | |
Don' t get high, have ' em doing driveby' s | |
Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids | |
Moms babysitting, ain' t seen her in a week | |
I' m a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek | |
I need a ryde or die bitch that' ll take this coke | |
Out of town, and come back and breakdown when I' m broke, what |
zuò cí : Dean, Jacobs, Mosley, Phillips ... | |
feat. Eve, Timbaland | |
Jadakiss | |
I' m feelin this hook right here | |
Good lookin out Timbaland, y' know? | |
Timbaland | |
Uhhuh | |
What? | |
Uhhuh | |
What? | |
Timbaland Eve | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
Smoke ' dro, drink liquor, like to fuck ' til I cum | |
I need a ryde or die bitch | |
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue | |
Jadakiss | |
Ha | |
Yo, yo, yo | |
Yeah, what' s up ma, what' s going on, I know you know ' Kiss | |
The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist | |
Can flow always, sit on 4 K' s | |
Then wait for a drought and flood ' em with all ' dres | |
Ryde or die chick, hand do a B. I. | |
Give a nigga up north some ass on a V. I. | |
And she blackout when she in the mall | |
Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall | |
Don' t matter what size panties, fitting her small | |
And she don' t got no problem hittin' us all | |
And she said she got a man, but he in the fed | |
And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed | |
So you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog | |
Pushing the seat back gettin' right in the fall | |
Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store | |
Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin' whore | |
Styles Paniro | |
I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5 | |
Gettin' high with the Gucci frames over her eyes | |
Sweet to the tail, still won' t fuck in the Benz | |
cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs' | |
Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats | |
Gave me head cause the movie was wack, word | |
Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work | |
I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse | |
Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck | |
You don' t wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas | |
That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass | |
You could catch Holiday in a Holiday Inn | |
With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word | |
And if it got to do with money count Holiday in | |
With my ryde or die bitch that' ll body your man | |
You don' t like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam' | |
Sheek Luchion | |
Uh, uh, yo | |
Yo, when you see Sheek, don' t look at me as Sheek from The L. O. X. | |
Look at me as that cat that know how to box | |
Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks | |
Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots | |
How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch | |
Fuck ' em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz | |
They like that shit, and I ain' t gotta spend no checks | |
Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex | |
And they name, shout it out when I' m up at Flex | |
I get drunk with bitches that don' t get drunk | |
Don' t get high, have ' em doing driveby' s | |
Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids | |
Moms babysitting, ain' t seen her in a week | |
I' m a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek | |
I need a ryde or die bitch that' ll take this coke | |
Out of town, and come back and breakdown when I' m broke, what |