Lyric The Ride
[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]
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]
