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