Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride Wit Me, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 22.08.2005
Song language: English
Ride Wit Me |
| Uh huh, Dipset Bitch. |
| Yeah… you know? |
| Yeh yeh, yeah, okay |
| (Hook — Juelz) |
| Niggas come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| Bitches come along would you ride with me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| People come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me.(C'mon) |
| Niggas come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| Bitches come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| People come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me.(C'mon) |
| I’m overdosin again, I’m oversmokin again |
| That potent smoke I’m smokin is comatose in my wind |
| And I only know a few friends that’s oh so loco to man (C'Mon) |
| They will C4 the whole Volvo you in |
| And ladies let me zoom, zoom |
| All through your poon, poon |
| And this will be Santana’s boom boom Boom Room (Yup) |
| I’m a new breed or what y’all call true G’s |
| I’ma start to make you fleas, start to salute me (Come On) |
| Swim fish I’m a shark in this blue sea |
| Hungry, I swam from Antartica’s blue sea (Whoa) |
| Override the pressure for coke I buy compressors |
| Oversize the stretcher 'til it’s oversized then sell it |
| Oversize the shellin to oversize the swellin |
| Overpop the led in to oversize his melon (Go, Come On) |
| That’s what you call overshot you get it? |
| I’m over hot you get it? |
| Like coke in pots you get it? |
| Niggas come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| Bitches come along would you ride with me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| People come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me.(C'mon) |
| Niggas come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| Bitches come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| People come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me.(C'mon) |
| Your ride ain’t safe (Warning) As I flyin up 8th (Warning) |
| Gettin high like space (Warning) .45 on waaiiisssst ('Jects, nigga!) |
| We don’t need to see no badge |
| Cause we racin up on this highway |
| Speedin like we gon' craaaash (Fuck Police) |
| Let’s go sightseein, but this cold night scene |
| Got my homey shot dead, he was only 19 (19! RIP) |
| They blew his brains off his shoulders |
| That petty money over slangin them boulders (Continues everyday) |
| Pumpin grams off the stoop (Uh-huh) |
| Cold nights, sold white |
| Duckin a van full of spooks (Watch the squalies) |
| Hundred gram on them coupes |
| Blow Dice, rolled dice |
| Underhand to the deuce (Life's a gamble) |
| I done spent some days |
| In the midst of the 'Jects |
| Gettin bent some days (Twisted, backwards) |
| With my trip, below set |
| Runnin up on you niggas cause that rent had to be paid (That's right) |
| Niggas come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| Bitches come along would you ride with me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| People come along would you ride wit me? |
| (Go, come on) |
| Ride wit me, Ride wit me, Ride wit me. |
| (C'mon) |