Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride (Down South), artist - Foxy Brown. Album song Chyna Doll, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Violator
Song language: English
Ride (Down South) |
| Lets get it hype, nigga |
| Lets get it crump |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Pass me them swisher sweets, lets get it crump |
| If a nigga disrespect me imma prove my shit and dump |
| Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly |
| Veteran mc, I dont think you rookies is ready |
| Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit |
| I run with suave, always packin something to kill with |
| Feel this bitch, when I get rich imma still hustle |
| Go down in history, paper taller then bill russel |
| Kilo flows, I got em hid in the basement |
| Choppin boys up, on some puttin it in they face shit |
| Eight ball, f-a-t m-a-c-k, known for layin it down |
| And doin shit the playa way |
| Callabos of the dough aint no secret |
| Space-age pimpin means I dont do free shit |
| Time waits for no one, it aint gon wait for me Yours truly, signed eightball and mjg |
| 1 — all my hard core niggas, what you want to do? |
| My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? |
| All my money making bitches if you ride with me Imma pimp till I die and imma ride for free |
| Now where them real bitches at Where them real bitches at Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? |
| And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on I aint new to this |
| Damn nice bitch thats true to this |
| Money aint never been a thing to me Always stack my dough, holla back (uh) |
| Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect |
| Inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv |
| Yall know it, shit I dont bluff |
| And no dough? |
| I dont fuck em Fuck imma fake for? |
| Make mines, imma take yours |
| Cuz Im no nigga like love bfore |
| Make bitch scream like, gimme some more |
| If a nigga broke, whatd you fuck him for? |
| Waste of time |
| Its like we playette minds |
| Dont stop, get it get it Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin pro |
| Yall get that dough, we dont trust these niggas |
| They gon pimp if you let them |
| From ny to the dirty south |
| And them bitches dime tight |
| I got my mind right |
| And my ice got the shine right |
| And if it dont blind bitches |
| When them lights hit the wrist? |
| You wont be sticking shit |
| You be lickin this |
| Im the pimp motherfucker, baby |
| Ice cold, stories so high |
| I pimp the whole village twice |
| So tight fold crease right on the presidents nose |
| Pimp clothes, drinkin straight henneyand buckstrum |
| Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose |
| Break a treat, make em pay to enter those |
| Pros, slam those |
| Game tied tight like bows, we never close |
| Three-sixty-five, twenty-four |
| Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin sold |
| Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin blowed |
| Keep it froze, tucked up in a tupperware bowl |
| Stick of gold, somethin from the school of the old |
| Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros |
| Were pushin hoes |
| Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll |
| Mjg is in control |
| Peep dis, you and them boys need to slow down |
| Up in the morning in the court, its bout to go down |
| Theres no remorse now, better expose rounds |
| Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found |
| Juveniles my name, bitch |
| I represent it to the end, the same shit |
| Niggers dont be wearin suits on theses blocks |
| All you see is your boys and reeboks |
| A thin hat to the back with a strap too |
| Willin to bust a nigga ass if he had to If you feel the same my nigger, yous a hot boy |
| Blocka, blocka, blocka |
| Better get up off the block, boy |
| Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy |
| Cash wasnt a million, never hit the spot boy |
| You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha Where the real ones at? |
| be-atch… |
| Oh, you know how we feel |
| About all you wanna be ass ghetto super stars |
| Wanna be like me ass"niggas |
| Tryin to be like foxy brown bitches |
| I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka |
| You aint nobody |
| We been doing this, been doin this shit |
| We go way back with this baby |
| Talkin about this real shit on the mutha fuckin microphone |
| Pimps and hoes and gettin money |
| Tricks and hoes and fuckin |
| Mutha fuckin clothes and shit ridin vogues and shit |
| Nigga riding on 20s and shit |
| Nigga what chu got? |
| Brand new-assed nigga |
| You dont know nothin about this game |
| Come on Repeat 1 until fade |