Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridin' Slow, artist - Bun B. Album song Trill O.G. (Screwed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Ridin' Slow |
| Hold up mayne |
| I know you ain’t think we wouldn’t fittin to come through with somethin' |
| For the slab |
| You must be crazy nigga |
| You know we come down, this Texas nigga |
| That’s off the top ho |
| Hold up, that some shit that’ll shake the sidewalk right there |
| Dang, you pop this trunk |
| Bang down this block (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz) |
| Beat 'em down right quick mayne |
| (Bun B) — w/ ad libs |
| I’m ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.) |
| I’m ridin vogues (Sittin on leather with my shit together) |
| I’m ridin fo’s (I'm doin thirty while I’m «Ridin' Dirty») |
| I’m ridin slow |
| (Sittin on buck and I don’t give a fuck, so bitch, what’s up?) |
| Beep, beep, so they can see when I’m rollin through the hood |
| Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood |
| Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I’m livin good |
| (Grippin the grain, drippin the stain) |
| I’m ridin slow |
| Texas, land of the swang (swang) |
| Where boys pop trunk and bang (bang) |
| Come down in a candy thang |
| Hittin that switch (switch), lettin 'em hang |
| Hit me a stang, maybe a lick (lick) |
| Pound of the brown, maybe a brick (brick) |
| Burn that purp inside of the 'gar |
| With a bad ass bitch inside of the car (car) |
| C to the A, D to the I (I), L to the L to the A to the C © B to the U to the N to the B |
| Reppin that P to the A to the T (to the T) |
| I’m a dirty South representer, summertime |
| Spring to the fall to the winter |
| O.G. |
| in the game, no beginner |
| Don’t take a loss (loss), get with a winner |
| Lobsters on my plate for dinner (dinner) |
| And your bitch is the midnight snack (snack) |
| Break her off when I’m layin up in her (in her) |
| When I’m done I’m a send her right back (back) |
| Iced out chain (chain), frozen wrist (wrist) |
| Grip that grain when I close this fist |
| Diamonds up against the wood |
| In the hood and I can’t be missed |
| (Bun B) — w/ ad libs |
| I’m ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.) |
| I’m ridin vogues (Sittin on leather with my shit together) |
| I’m ridin fo’s (I'm doin thirty while I’m «Ridin' Dirty») |
| I’m ridin slow |
| (Sittin on buck and I don’t give a fuck, so bitch, what’s up?) |
| Beep, beep, so they can see when I’m rollin through the hood |
| Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood |
| Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I’m livin good |
| (Grippin the grain, drippin the stain) |
| I’m ridin slow |
| Huh, huh, huh |
| I’m ridin slow, eyes slow, from what I smoke and po' |
| If you ain’t smokin 'dro, then what the fuck you smokin fo'? |
| With my deposit Thug about to give the world a show (huh) |
| You know the truck gon' glow (glow) |
| You know them screens gon' show (show) |
| You know the fifth gon' fall (fall) |
| You know them fo’s gon' crawl (cheah) |
| You know that Texas got to show y’all how we like to ball (huh) |
| My trunk knockin, got 'em watchin |
| Like I’m on a stage (I know you see me) |
| Them four fifteens sound like lions bustin out a cage |
| I’m gettin paid, been ridin clean since the 'leventh grade |
| No more braids now, I’m razor on my taper-fade (yeah) |
| I got it made, went to Ike and I got it sprayed |
| Now when I park where it’s dark, you can’t see the shade (huh) |
| (Bun B) — w/ ad libs |
| I’m ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.) |
| I’m ridin vogues (Sittin on leather with my shit together) |
| I’m ridin fo’s (I'm doin thirty while I’m «Ridin' Dirty») |
| I’m ridin slow |
| (Sittin on buck and I don’t give a fuck, so bitch, what’s up?) |
| Beep, beep, so they can see when I’m rollin through the hood |
| Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood |
| Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I’m livin good |
| (Grippin the grain, drippin the stain) |
| I’m ridin slow |
| Man, there’s a road through the city |
| Leather so soft (soft), paint so pretty |
| Wheels so shiny, rims so new |
| When I hit your hood (hood), what you gon' do? |
| (gon' do) |
| Fall back and break bread with a G though (G though) |
| Might come down, not like me though (me though) |
| Underdog like To' and Beedo (Beedo) |
| Big cheese on me like a Cheeto (Cheeto) |
| Ooh wee though, I’m the throwdest (throwdest) |
| But I guess you already know this |
| J’s the freshest, chain the coldest |
| Hard to miss (miss), easy to notice |
| Watch me to show this, easy as pie |
| Bad ass broad, easy on the eye |
| I’m so clean and she’s so fly |
| Man we so player and that’s no lie |
| When we come through (through), pass on by |
| If you gon' hate, take your ass on by |
| Sittin' on top of the world |
| So really don’t need nobody to crash my high (my high) |
| On buck with the stitch and tuck (tuck) |
| These boys know I’m not givin' a fuck (fuck) |
| Try to step and get stuck |
| So don’t press your luck, what’s up? |
| (Bun B) — w/ ad libs |
| I’m ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.) |
| I’m ridin vogues (Sittin on leather with my shit together) |
| I’m ridin fo’s (I'm doin thirty while I’m «Ridin' Dirty») |
| I’m ridin slow |
| (Sittin on buck and I don’t give a fuck, so bitch, what’s up?) |
| Beep, beep, so they can see when I’m rollin through the hood |
| Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood |
| Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I’m livin good |
| (Grippin the grain, drippin the stain) |
| I’m ridin slow |
| I’m ridin slow … |
| I’m ridin slow … |