Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song G-Ride , by - E.S.GRelease date: 11.09.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
G-Ride |
| ESG |
| All aboard! |
| Haha, foe, ain’t nothing but a G ride |
| So, uh, pack ya bags, get your sweets and your zig-zags |
| Just jump in |
| (Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooooh, yeah) |
| (Nothing like that G ride, baby, yeah!) |
| (Nothing like that G ride, yeah, oooh yeah!) |
| Up, early, to wash my face |
| Probation was the place |
| Before I blow out the door, vibration on my waist |
| Now that’s my fool, what’s the rule? |
| Go to jail if I miss? |
| I might as well post bail, cause I’ma fail if I piss |
| I hit the highway, the fly way, as the wind blows |
| I got that indo, some gin ho |
| So I’m gonna spin vogues (ooh, wee, baby, yeeah) |
| And blowin', while this pimp game is steady showin' |
| Sun beamin' and screamin', while these slim things is strollin' |
| High shinin' green the skunk, we some fiends for the funk |
| I’m cracking the ground in, these poundin' four 15's in my trunk |
| Cause I’ma baller til I die, I think I’ll call her cause I’m high (cause I’m |
| high) |
| Late night hype so tight, these suckers be goin' down, I can’t lie |
| But I’m right about now, them hoes is gone so it’s on |
| Might as well just get gone and get, like, trapped in the zone (the zone) |
| Cause I got the automatic fo' the static inside |
| I’m getting fried and high, (I'm getting fried, baby) |
| Motherfucker, it’s nothing but a g ride |
| I hit a, curb, swiggity swerve, see you fiendin' fo' it |
| Folks scream, «it's smoke!» |
| sun beamin' locs |
| But I let the top down, I can’t stop now |
| 15's bang, about to knock the block down |
| You wanna see the E? |
| Then I’ma hit cha |
| The Mac-11 hit cha, while the rotweiler bit cha |
| (??) devils do drop, with a new Glock |
| It’s a red, not a blue dot, slowed down 2Pac |
| Fingerprints and dirty sheets (slowed down, slowww down, yeah) on the first day |
| Celebrate my birthday, in the worst way |
| I’m on lock, no block, no boys on my block |
| The dope case in my face, the fence was too high to hop |
| The matchbox of rocks, now crooked cops can’t stop, (nothing but that G ride, |
| baby) |
| Lord, help a young nigga make it to his next box |
| Smoking a sweet, poking at freaks got me weak inside, (oh baby!) |
| Locked up for 18 months, but I ain’t crunk |
| It’s nothing but a G ride |