Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridin, artist - Hot Boys. Date of issue: 26.07.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ridin |
| I’m bout to make a move so you best to 86 |
| Cause I be coming through |
| With shit that be seperating bricks |
| You got a broken tool then you better get it fixed |
| And ain’t no missin you cause I got too many clips |
| Hey then then too many times I gotta straighten the cross |
| Them niggaz was trying but I was breaking 'em off |
| If you had it on your mind I was taking it off |
| Either get up and whine or break to the north |
| Look whoa there there go your cut you better catch it Your last minute is coming up you better strectch it Oh you got dope in the trunk almost forgot to check it Right after your head bust I expect to exit |
| I’m a punch you when you’re out and unlock it, I got this |
| Grab a steering wheel column and pop it, we’re shoppers |
| I’m about to go and kill for they profit, my pockets |
| Him, me, and that nigga bout to stop it why not bitch |
| Grab your strap saddle up nigga when you ride with me You ain’t guaranteed to make it back when you ride with me And what I ride like a roller coaster |
| When I ride with uptown soldiers |
| Look here we ridin we ridin |
| We coming up out the flames with the K firing |
| We ridin We ridin |
| We coming up out the flames with the K firing |
| Me and my boy Lil’Wayne rolling |
| Strapped up in black clothes ain’t no ass-holing |
| Up in the bubble lye black tints ducked off |
| Head busting BG straight gotta play the game raw |
| Now look here nigga better be gone |
| Off the block cause mother fuckers be falling |
| Cause Off top I’m gone get my mother fucking creep on Nigga get chopped like the leaf offf a tree holmes |
| I'm a flee off the scene with my rees (reeboks) on Black thicker shirt and my GB's on Run with me ain't no way you could get your sleep on Cause when I come ooh ooh it's hot the heat's on I know you |
| feel it nigga |
| It’s pure ruckus when I enter |
| I sent a message letting you know I spin ya Been bro shooting |
| 50 plus behind air T retaliation is a must |
| Hollows get bust brain get bust |
| Anybody here here |
| When I’m full of that shit |
| And I’m on a mision to split it get split |
| Peep me I play for keeps I kill ‘em all |
| No deciding |
| I take no prisoners from em all when I’m ridin |
| Uh I come to leave a nigga smelly |
| Full black better get ready with my M-elevy (Mack Eleven) |
| Up in my 98 Chevy I swing corners |
| Cut you up like w belly with that thing on ya Now it be me (uh huh) |
| and I be Wayne (uh huh) |
| This little clique like a chain to your brain (uh huh) |
| I shoot first for my talking |
| Rougher than a carpet |
| Heard about Hot Boys erase your name up off the market |
| And nigga break a swell fly |
| Camouflage up out of the sky |
| What if I buy you die |
| Look I spin corn! |
| ers like a daily routine |
| The bad choppers told a nigga I be 17 |
| I got a 10 shot glock |
| Inched back then I pull it |
| I’m coming round your spot with a sack full of bullets |
| I be twisting round your block in all black nigga |
| Full of that style don’t move I day act nigga |
| Find where you at and then I ch-chop nigga |
| I’m on a duck plan with about 50 shots nigga |
| Now whoa what saying to Shite |
| My 9 be about that |
| Watch it (crack) crack and I’m riding |
| Ride around with the 2 shooter |
| Ain’t gone help ya Playing round with the 50 shooter |
| Scalp you like a scalper |
| 10 percent gone help ya 90 percent gone fail ya Vests can’t protect what I bring best |
| Believe it’s gone fail ya 4 deep in a Navigator on a creep |
| Windows tinted black on black in leather seats |
| Hot Boys with hot girls ready for beef |
| Red dot plot 32 shot bodies in heat |
| Desert Eagle with hollows |
| You got nothing but egos |
| Putting hands to niggaz that’s at Evil Kanieval |
| Playa haters like shit, get assed out |
| With no doubt blood blood rush out like a water spout |
| LD niggaz best believe they be ridin with me Shot L tuck best believe he be ridin with me With them guerillas should have left the meat where it was |
| But no he wants to spark the shit up |