Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riding Through , by - M.O.P.. Song from the album Foundation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: E1
Song language: English
Riding Through |
| Let me enlighten you motherfuckers on my conspiracy theory |
| THEY GOT US STUCK IN A BOTTLE so y’all can’t hear me |
| THEY SAID THE HOMEY’S A PROBLEM that’s just so y’all can fear me |
| And never break bread with this family who take care of me |
| Just keep in your head (SHALL WE BANG) dude we bang too |
| Don’t make me pick up my shit and spit, none of these flames at you |
| (WE BREATHIN EASY) That’s right, that’s the thang to do |
| (WE KEEP IT GREASY) and we ride like the Rangers do |
| Dude believe me, the gangsters that I’m bringin through |
| Is down to bang a dude, maybe even hang a dude |
| Maybe even bring you to a town full of vultures |
| And cobras, and these niggas’ll cut yo' ass homey |
| And the way we do our thang is somethin like a magic trick |
| You might wanna get in line or get killed in this faggot shit |
| You faggot bitch! |
| Nigga you done got all flossy and glossy |
| And that’s where you lost me (son) |
| And plus you ridin with this God damn |
| It’s like the kind of brokenest niggas infected your frame |
| (IT'S THE LEGENDARY M.O.P.) back with the heat y’all |
| (IT'S THE LEGENDARY M.O.P.) back for the streets y’all |
| I’m screamin out BK all day when we (riding through) |
| You don’t want the Marxmen to collide wit’chu |
| I dump five at you and wouldn’t give a fuck who see me |
| I get it poppin like J.D., dancin for Whodini |
| Ain’t nuttin +Jive+ about that |
| All that is 1−5-fo'-5 about that |
| Nigga you wit me (THROW IT UP) for the world’s most dangerous niggas |
| From the Marx, Fizzy Wo' the orc, slingin my tomahawk |
| I sling 'em a couple of slugs and let the llama spark |
| At your tough ass, get the fuck from 'round here with that kind of talk |
| This is Brook-Nam nigga and I’m Mo' P’d up |
| G’d up, dude gon' fuck around and get beat up |
| Cause you treed up, intoxicated off the alcohol |
| Homey my niggas ain’t worried 'bout y’all |
| Cause when it’s on we gon' ride for the cause |
| And spit more than 16 at yo' ass and we ain’t talkin 'bout bars |
| Half the Brick’s on my back when I’m (riding through) |
| Niggas better know how to act when I’m (riding through) |
| Steady hittin the 'gnac and I’m (riding through) |
| High as hell in the 'llac and I’m (riding through) |
| The hood throwin it up when we (riding through) |
| Ain’t nuttin changed, +Ante Up+ when we (riding through) |
| Whether the slums or the burbs we (riding through) |
| Plenty birds on the curb when we (riding through) |
| Yeah, yo |
| Redman got the sour diesel, haze and blunts |
| I move the crowd when I’m wavin the pump (yo let 'em know nigga) |
| Yo, my Timbs’ll fuck your gators up |
| You’ll leave the hospital braided up (from the fo' nigga) |
| Yo, I’m 'bout it, 'bout it, you doubt it, dial it |
| Fuck the alarm, Doc cause a power outage |
| Many men wanna test, bring a thousand dollars |
| Watch 'em, flip over a hundred miles an hour |
| Pop my collar, DAMN NIGGA, Doc a rider |
| Grab two hoes, then I’m hasta manana |
| Lil' Fame got the llama |
| I play Paulie from Sopranos, Billy I’m about the drama |
| Who said Redman don’t, be in the hood? |
| I’m true to the game, nigga I bet Terry would! |
| I’m very good on the mic, you barely hood |
| So it’s only right nigga, you +Ante Up+ |
| YO FIRST FAMILY! |
| (What?) When I’m riding through |
| I keep a shotgun nigga about the size of you |
| Brick City ain’t poppin? |
| We lied to you |
| It’s like livin with ten niggas, hide your food |
| Yeah, M.O.P |
| Them some hard ass niggas nigga |
| Gilla House, Brick City to Brook-Nam fools |
| YEAH! |
| The first time I bumped into M.O.P., and shit |
| I was broke as hell and I ain’t even come out with an album yet |
| I was drivin my moms little Chevette, and shit |
| And I knew, Scoob Lover and shit and Scrap Lover |
| And I bumped into Scrap Lover, in New York |
| Drivin around the Coca Cabana and shit |
| I was dolo, and he ran to the Chevette like he had beef |
| With somebody in the club |
| So he jumped in, like yo, and he brought his lil' man with him |
| And he was a rider, and that was Lil' Fame! |
| And we drove around the block and shit |
| Back around to the club, and uh Scrap Lover jumped out |
| Started buckin in the air like WHO WANNA JUMP ME NOW? |
| Cause I think some niggas tried to jump him |
| And Lil' Fame was in the back squattin with the hammer |
| Ready to let loose, and we ain’t even know each other from door! |
| Then he came out with M.O.P |
| That’s how I knew they were some hard ass niggas |
| That shit was real |
| AND THEN THEY STARTED GETTIN PAPER — DAMN!!! |