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[Hook] Top back, cruising down the street yeah we ride (we ride nigga), yeah we ride (east to the westside nigga uh) |
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Music up, banging up the speakers we ride (we ride nigga), yeah we ride (north to the southside nigga uh) [Z-Ro] |
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The top back, like a old nigga hairline |
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Oh you looking for a woman, you can have mine |
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My pimping i |
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Phone, unlimited airtime |
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Use to see her for free, but she charging a fee now |
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Cause she with me now, she rolling with a boss |
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Loving the passenger side, what the fuck is in the house |
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And with her head in my lap, you know what's in her mouth |
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My slab newborn baby, booty smooth |
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J-Dawg told you, what them swangas do to you |
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Have you chunking the deuce, to a person you never knew |
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Never leave home without it, that's something you better do |
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Got my FN-57, and a baretta too |
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Falling asleep at the light, is something |
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I never do |
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That's giving jackers an opportunity, to get to you |
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One hand on the wheel, other hand on the money |
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I die behind mine, 'fore they take something from me yeah [Hook] [Z-Ro] |
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Puerto Rican in the front, backseat is a |
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Brazillian |
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I am Phillip |
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Banks, these are both my |
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Vivians Don't wanna fuck pussy, |
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I wanna fuck a million |
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It's a jungle inside, the ride reptillian |
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Gators on my toes too, call em step-tillians |
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Lunch where the water, ten dollars not |
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Bennigans |
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Hypnotize hoes, looking into them spinning rims |
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Never retweet a hater, they are not worth mentioning |
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Maryland to |
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Michigan, any city they see me in |
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Real Milwaukee, that's the birthplace of |
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Pimpin' Ken |
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No squares in my family, |
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I'm not kin to them |
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Excuse my rudeness, |
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I never been a gentleman |
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Old romances, be damned if |
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I rekindle them |
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Cutlass is one of the first cars, |
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I was flipping in |
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In the front |
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El Debarge, in the back |
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Barry White |
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Hoe we rolling in a concert, on wheels tonight that's right [Hook] [Z-Ro] |
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Limousine tint, you can't see inside |
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If TV's ain't in it, you can't get me to ride |
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This the fo' do' edition, not the cheaper kind |
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Three four seven dollar can ride, |
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I don't need a dime |
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So much money now, |
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I be running from taxes |
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Suit and tie nigga, money still under the mattress |
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Send her out in the cold, she brought me back a stack quick |
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White hoes heels break, hard to pimp a black bitch |
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But I don't love you hoes, |
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I love my ends |
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One deep for life, what the fuck is a friend |
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Before I lose it, |
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I'ma try to count to ten |
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Fuck a grenade, with no pin |
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You know I'm looking, through |
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Louis Vuitton lens |
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H-I-D lights, the road is never thin |
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Houston all the way to |
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Miami, before the gears shift |
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Cup thicker than |
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Buffie the |
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Body, no beer bitch yeah [Hook - 2x] |