Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G-Ride, artist - DJ Screw. Album song 3 N The Mornin’ Part Two, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.07.1988
Record label: Bigtyme Recordz
Song language: English
G-Ride |
| ESG — |
| All aboard! |
| Hahaha, foo, ain’t nothing but a G ride. |
| Big Moe — |
| (Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooooh, yeah) |
| (nothing like that G ride, baby, yeah!) |
| (nothing like that G riiide, yeah, oooh yeah!) |
| ESG — |
| Up, early, to wash my face |
| Probation was the place, |
| Before I blow out tha door, vibration on my waist, |
| Now that’s my fool, what’s the rule? |
| Go to jail if I miss? |
| I might as well post bail, cuz ima fail If I piss. |
| I hit the highway, the fly way, as the wind blows. |
| I got that indo, some gin hoe, |
| So I’m gonna spin vogues. |
| (ooh, wee, baby, yeeah) |
| And blowin', while this pimp game is steady showin, |
| Sun beamin and screamin, while these slim things is strollin. |
| High shinin green the skunk, we some fiends for the funk, |
| Im cracking the ground in, these poundin' four 15's in my trunk, |
| Cuz ima baller til I die, I think I’ll call her cuz im high, (cuz im high) |
| Late night hype so tight, these suckas be goin' down, I can’t lie, |
| But I’m right about now, dem hoes is gone so it’s on, |
| Might as well just get gone and get, like, trapped in the zone. |
| (the zone) |
| Cuz I got tha automatic fo' the static inside, |
| I’m getting fried and high, (im getting fried, baby) |
| Mothafucka, it’s nothing but a g ride. |
| I hit a, curb, swiggity swerve, see u fiendin' fo' it, |
| Folks scream, «it's smoke!» |
| sun beamin' locs, |
| But I let the top down, I can’t stop now, |
| 15's bang, about to knock the block down. |
| U wanna see the E? |
| then ima hit cha, |
| The mack 11 hit cha, while the rotweiler bit cha. |
| (??) devils do drop, with a new glock, |
| It’s a red, not a blue dot, slowed-out Tupac. |
| Fingerprints and dirty sheets (who now, goooo down? yeah) on the first day, |
| Celebrate my birthday, in tha worst way. |
| I’m on lock, no block, no boys on my block, |
| The dope case in my face, the fence was too high to hop. |
| The matchbox of rocks, now crooked cops can’t stop, (nothing but that G ride, |
| baby) |
| Lord, help a young nigga make it to his next box. |
| Smoking a sweet, poking at freaks got me weak inside, (oh baby!) |
| Locked up for 18 months, but I ain’t crunk, |
| It’s nothing but a G ride. |