Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ride Wit Us , by - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Release date: 07.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ride Wit Us |
| Yeah I got a couple cribs, so what, nigga |
| Rollin sittin on dub, dubs, nigga |
| But I don’t have to wear no diamonds to shine |
| Don’t need none of that cause I’m Bone, Bone |
| Look at me tipsy sippin on Grey Goose, finna let loose cause I can |
| Fuckin with people that’s off in the crowd, nigga you know me, I’m the man |
| Cleveland, is the city, where the Thuggstaz get down |
| Just come to my town and ask around, they tell you who the rawest in town |
| Cause I’m a +Thug By Nature+, strictly for the paper |
| Ain’t nobody steppin to Steve (B-O-N-E) |
| I come with the ones, I come with the guns |
| I come with them things that go bang |
| It’s still an +Everyday Thang+, for me to let my nuts hang |
| You want a performance, where’s the ticket? |
| If the price right we can kick it |
| Like a lick, I’ma hit it, party on I gots to get it |
| Keep them foxy women baggin it up (baggin it up) |
| While them haters stayin actin up (actin up) |
| You flashin what? |
| I’m flashin flossy nuts |
| Girl if you comin take a ride with me |
| And if you ridin with me, sit back recline in yo' seat |
| Cause in the world where I’m from the sun always shine |
| And even though a nigga don’t want it baby the world is mine, so c’mon |
| I’m out of my mind with the ski mask, chains and gloves |
| Waitin for niggas to come out of the club (I hit 'em up!) |
| Give me the dubs for my niggas that bang and slang drugs |
| We fuckin them niggas up, ain’t no love for Bone Thugs? |
| Nigga fuck y’all! |
| Y’all bitches used up |
| It’s business as usual, I ain’t takin no shit, from none of ya |
| Wanna see my niggas with no, money huh? |
| Since a nigga young think he rollin with dummies, oh you a sucka for |
| That’s why I pitch ya bitch, flippin that activist of freedom |
| And I’m Bone Thug too, make 'em meet 'em |
| No podium, just a pistol and nails to leave quickly |
| Youngest Bone nigga, 7th Sign mastermind, y’all get wit me |
| We steppin inside the party, Mardi Gradi |
| Now give me a shot of Bacardi, let it get up in my body |
| Make my body body rock rock — I’m lookin at rappers so full of shit |
| I’ma just get up against the wall dawg and pull on my dick |
| Tell the DJ don’t even tell 'em we in here (shhh) we on the low |
| No thuggin in V.I.P. |
| for me and my niggas, we on the flo' |
| C’mon heyyy — we fin' to get this party started right |
| Could you put some Thug music on? |
| Like Bone Bone to get a nigga vibin in my zone, hey! |
| I hear the same shit song after song, man |
| How many times is you gon' tell us about you ballin, huh? |
| How many rhymes is you gon' write like that before you fall off? |
| That’s why we back and we fin' to bomb in this bitch |
| Ring the alarm, better be gone when we mob up in here |
| So you better get with the Thugs or shut the fuck up and back up off me |
| And I don’t need no diamonds to shine, nigga I floss me, what? |
| Niggas talkin loud (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
| But they ain’t really sayin nothin (not a damn thing, damn thing) |
| Niggas talkin loud (uh-huh, uh-huh) |
| But they ain’t really sayin nothin (not a damn thing, damn thing) |