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