Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Should I Ride, artist - Big Tymers.
Date of issue: 21.09.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How Should I Ride |
Manny Fresh: |
Everything on me, my skills pay the bills |
Buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheels |
I’m the number one pepper star, look at y’all |
Hat to the back, make my way to the bar |
When I’m in your town, bling, I’m gon' shine |
Gimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine |
Can I have your attention, couple of things I’d like to mention |
I stay in a big ass house wit' a big gold fence and |
Wit' the Beemer, Benz, and a Trooper |
Living room Supa-Dupa |
Size, Suprose |
This a big ass diamond, y’all go ahead and cover y’all eyes |
Look out here I come, stunt man number one |
I’m makin' airplanes outta fifties just for fun |
The boat, the plane, the Viper man |
The 4 TV’s in the black Range |
A black boy havin' all these thangs |
Now how should I ride man |
Baby: |
Captin stunter, I ride with a Mack 11 |
Cause I’m a Uptown hunter, a big dope fronter |
And 10 a ki still a number |
I ride Rolls Royce Canisus |
I took my main hoe out a Yukon and put her in a drop top Benzie |
I got these bitches trailin' me nigga, cause I got a little money |
Got these hoes wanna give me pussy cause I got a little money |
But I got 10 hoes, all with golds |
Wiot' my name tatooed on the back of they assholes |
Wit' 20 inch rims, that’s how I ride nigga |
If you ridin' 16's don’t ride beside me nigga |
I’ll give to my niggaz, before I give to these broads |
My block on fire, my niggaz in heat |
We clockin' a hundred G’s a week |
I boat the yacht, and a screen TV |
And put my face on the hood of the muthafuckin' Humvee |
So you niggaz could see me |
I’m bout to do somethin' dangerous |
I took the steerin' wheel from the left to right so I could look famous |
I wear 2 pair of drawers, wit' 2 Rolex watches |
Wit' 22 bitches on my log nigga |
I guess that’s the thug in me |
I lie to these bitches 7 days a week |
I put that on my lil brother LD restin' in peace |
They wan' know how I ride |
Still get high |
Wan' know how I cross and front the feds, still floss |
I’m the B.G., in ya car, shit rangin' |
I’m playin' cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain’t fakin' |
Wanna hang wit' B and Slim gotta have 10 G’s |
Cause them niggaz spend money like it grow on trees |
We ballin' got cars from every company |
Expedition, Rams, even a Humvee |
Ain’t that somethin' none of us over 25 |
Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5 |
Now lil daddy you got a nigga fucked up |
You could live for 'Burbs but nothin' but speakers on that truck |
Ah hah, we floss all week man |
Every night I got a different bitch under my sheet man |
They see me in the drop Jag and get out the way |
They know who it is when they see me in the Rover the next day |
Cadillac: |
Call it ghetto wrist nigga, wear filled with bagettes |
Crushed out on my neck with the matchin' bracelet |
Uh, cocked to the side in my 98 bubble eye |
Put on your shades cause you can’t stand it with the naked eye |
Why, cause I’m a shinda |
I got diamonds and golds that’ll blind ya, blind ya |
Get out my way cause I’m comin' through |
Man that' 'lac in the Jag, yeah and I’m sittin' on 20's too |
Livin' my life like I’m a millionaire |
How many young black niggaz you know wit' Rollies and Carliare |
Wrist wear, niggafilled with jew-els |
Now everybody wanna shine like CMR Cartel |
Uh, Wodie, Put on your 'boks and your 'bauds |
Uh, and put some 20's on your Benz so you can shine when you roll |
We got the finest cars and the finest broads |
Buyin' mansions on Washingtoners we take our garage |
Uh, now you see now we ride, how we ride |
Wit' VCR’s and Playstations, wit' the wood inside |
For sheezy boy |
How you luv that |
Done it again BGeezy off the heezy |