Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride (Down South), artist - Foxy Brown.
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Ride (Down South) |
Lets get it hype, nigga |
Lets get it crump |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Pass me them swisher sweets, lets get it crump |
If a nigga disrespect me imma prove my shit and dump |
Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly |
Veteran mc, I dont think you rookies is ready |
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit |
I run with suave, always packin something to kill with |
Feel this bitch, when I get rich imma still hustle |
Go down in history, paper taller then bill russel |
Kilo flows, I got em hid in the basement |
Choppin boys up, on some puttin it in they face shit |
Eight ball, f-a-t m-a-c-k, known for layin it down |
And doin shit the playa way |
Callabos of the dough aint no secret |
Space-age pimpin means I dont do free shit |
Time waits for no one, it aint gon wait for me Yours truly, signed eightball and mjg |
1 — all my hard core niggas, what you want to do? |
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? |
All my money making bitches if you ride with me Imma pimp till I die and imma ride for free |
Now where them real bitches at Where them real bitches at Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? |
And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on I aint new to this |
Damn nice bitch thats true to this |
Money aint never been a thing to me Always stack my dough, holla back (uh) |
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect |
Inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv |
Yall know it, shit I dont bluff |
And no dough? |
I dont fuck em Fuck imma fake for? |
Make mines, imma take yours |
Cuz Im no nigga like love bfore |
Make bitch scream like, gimme some more |
If a nigga broke, whatd you fuck him for? |
Waste of time |
Its like we playette minds |
Dont stop, get it get it Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin pro |
Yall get that dough, we dont trust these niggas |
They gon pimp if you let them |
From ny to the dirty south |
And them bitches dime tight |
I got my mind right |
And my ice got the shine right |
And if it dont blind bitches |
When them lights hit the wrist? |
You wont be sticking shit |
You be lickin this |
Im the pimp motherfucker, baby |
Ice cold, stories so high |
I pimp the whole village twice |
So tight fold crease right on the presidents nose |
Pimp clothes, drinkin straight henneyand buckstrum |
Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose |
Break a treat, make em pay to enter those |
Pros, slam those |
Game tied tight like bows, we never close |
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four |
Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin sold |
Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin blowed |
Keep it froze, tucked up in a tupperware bowl |
Stick of gold, somethin from the school of the old |
Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros |
Were pushin hoes |
Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll |
Mjg is in control |
Peep dis, you and them boys need to slow down |
Up in the morning in the court, its bout to go down |
Theres no remorse now, better expose rounds |
Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found |
Juveniles my name, bitch |
I represent it to the end, the same shit |
Niggers dont be wearin suits on theses blocks |
All you see is your boys and reeboks |
A thin hat to the back with a strap too |
Willin to bust a nigga ass if he had to If you feel the same my nigger, yous a hot boy |
Blocka, blocka, blocka |
Better get up off the block, boy |
Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy |
Cash wasnt a million, never hit the spot boy |
You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha Where the real ones at? |
be-atch… |
Oh, you know how we feel |
About all you wanna be ass ghetto super stars |
Wanna be like me ass"niggas |
Tryin to be like foxy brown bitches |
I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka |
You aint nobody |
We been doing this, been doin this shit |
We go way back with this baby |
Talkin about this real shit on the mutha fuckin microphone |
Pimps and hoes and gettin money |
Tricks and hoes and fuckin |
Mutha fuckin clothes and shit ridin vogues and shit |
Nigga riding on 20s and shit |
Nigga what chu got? |
Brand new-assed nigga |
You dont know nothin about this game |
Come on Repeat 1 until fade |