| Verse One: Belo
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| Since I’m 'Lo let me flex this
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| If there’s somethin on yo' mind recline and check this
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| Song smooth not reckless
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| Swing it high and ride from 'Side to Texas
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| Give the game up since I came up
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| Blew my name up, check out the rhythm
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| Make them all wanna flame up
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| Strike a match to a lighter
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| A message to a young ridah, on the sight of
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| Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather in your dime hat
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| Bitchin to skins, saw that
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| I can tell you where the mob at
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| At the click, summer sunnin where the broads at
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| Diggin all that, smokin weed until they come and we can fall back
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| Shootin back for the small scratch
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| Trey-Fo' what you call that?
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| Pull up my drawers Girbauds and doze to pros got called
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| By the po-po, save it for the phone doe
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| Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it’s appeal
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| Took a chill, but I still had to pose
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| And if I pause, it’s because I left my car and the phone
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| Chorus: Johnny P
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| Can you smoke and ride
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| With a playa, like me, and you, oh babe
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| Can you smoke and ride
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| With a playa, like me, and you
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| Verse Two: AK-47
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| See uhh, laid back I’ma let the proper game at two rats
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| In the roll like two sacks
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| Dub essential when my homey came up
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| On the same drug for layin up they holla who that
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| Double check, just a couple hoes
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| Tryin to see where my head was at
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| On some problem shit
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| Wish to be up within the party shit
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| With the blunts and Bacardi shit
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| With the way she was dressed she might as well
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| Had nuttin on your body bitch
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| Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get
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| Nuttin but the proper cheese
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| To squeeze a little on and scoot on to proper chick
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| But really doe, once a man advance
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| And bend blocks smoke the last of these
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| Pimp cats done CC’s
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| Heavy G’s ninety-six flippin clips bout naturally
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| Bags seized through Darnell
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| Heavy sacks and drop-tops
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| Now look on your map and spot
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| Where we, R-I-D, E, and smoke
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| Verse Three: Belo
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| I, made my money on the DL
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| Closed shop in the Pontiac we bail
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| To the mall to ball we’re all pall
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| Cause a brother gonna floss in front of these females
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| To the retail
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| Five double oh period double oh these suits
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| The Girbaud with the boots
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| Then I scoop, up the loot
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| Paid the cash and dashed past the lab or the members of
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| Put my foot in motion, exits the sto' with my brand new gear
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| Spring game in her ear
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| Tell her Miss to please me and dance till it’ll make me hear
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| Get her dizzy off the Stanberg
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| Girlie had to run for months to pump up but I’ma handle her
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| Like a man, I’ma stand if I fall
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| And when I fall, then the city better make the call
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| Left the mall, by the minutes of clothes
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| I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes
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| Getty shoe fresh Guess from head to toe
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| Only wearin in the do' what the playas know
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| Bet y’all wanna see me niggas wanna be me
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| Never will they pimp free, pimp costs
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| And I get lost on the slide for the Ave gettin high while we ride
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| (Johnny P)
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| Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad'
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| Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die
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| Whoa yeah, whoahhah, yeah
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| Can I say it one more time
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| Can you smoke and ride, in the back seat of a Cad'
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| Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die
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| Whoa yeah, can you smoke and ride
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| With me baby, check it out…
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| Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride
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| C’mon girl ride ride ride ride
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| Can you ride ride, ride ride ride ride
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| C’mon girl ride ride ride ride
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| Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)
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| Won’t you ride with me baby (won't you ride with me baby)
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| With my homey Belo
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| My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c’mon baby, c’mon baby
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| Check it out
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| C’mon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby
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| Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girl
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| Won’t you ride (I gotta know, I gotta know) I wanna go
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| Do you wanna go, yeahhh |