Lyrics Ride (Down South) - Foxy Brown, Juvenile, Eightball

Ride (Down South) - Foxy Brown, Juvenile, Eightball
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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

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