| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| Yeah, I’m startin' out early on a Saturday night
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| It’s six, my gear is fixed and I’m feelin' alright
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| My profile from my Z as pretty as can be
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| Get out your shit and come ride with me, yeah
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| What’s up, baby? |
| You headed my way?
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| I’m off to the Westside to hit the highway
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| So park your Jeep hre and get in my ride
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| You’ll b well taken care of once you’re inside
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| I got automatic locks, newly installed shocks
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| To care of the bumps as we ease over the rocks
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| I got the what, huh, the boomin' sound system
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| To take you in your ears to another dimension
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| As I listen, to whatever you got to speak
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| I’m pumpin' you over smoothed out beats
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| Now rock the boat, sugar, but don’t you tip it over
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| I used to get busy in the back of my mom’s Nova
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| But now it’s all about you
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| Still, you can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| (Say what, say what, say what)
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| (Say what, say what, say what)
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| (Say what, say what, say what)
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| They all know that I’m scorchin' hot
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| I’m too much as I rock your knot, they try to keep in touch
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| But I keep 'em at a distance
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| I know their resistance is low 'cause I got the stuff that’s good to go
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| You could come see me and observe
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| How I kick a hors d’oeuvre, first come, first served
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| (Come watch me now)
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| In the twilight, I hit the highlight to read the captions
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| To exactly who I’m waxin'
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| I kick it all the way to fifth before I downshift
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| Four, three, two, one, as I cap my gift (Blast off)
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| I’m ready for the type of action that can only happen
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| In my ride while I’m rappin'
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| I’m ready to get it on and do the do
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| Still you can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Hit it)
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| (Say what, say what, say what)
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| (Say what, say what, say what)
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| Now, ridin' down the ave, it’s about that time (Time)
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| Rain and grime, my shit still shine (Shine)
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| I got what you call an itching for a scratch
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| Ready to reattach then lock my latch
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| I got my shades down low as a listen to the beat flow
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| Yeah, and I let down my window
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| I got a blackberry tree hanging from my rearview
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| Baby, put there to tempt you (Yeah, baby)
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| When in L.A., I hit the 110 in my friend’s Benz
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| 'Cause the ride never ends
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| But right now, I’m chillin' in the East
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| Where the only harbor is beauty running from the beast
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| As I dip dive, down the I-95
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| Hit Phatlanta, do you wanna take a ride? |
| (Ride, ride)
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| I’m fixin' to get wit' you
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| But there’s only room for two, gotta leave behind the crew (True dat)
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| Looking good, your eyes twinkle like a star
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| Have to say it, you remind me of my car as I play it
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| Mary J. CD, singin' I wanna be happy, but not with K-Ci
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| I need a man that don’t mind ridin' shotgun
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| Let me control this, it could be fun
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| You keep it real, I’ll let you touch my steering wheel
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| Still you can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| (Hit it, baby)
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| (Say what, say what)
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| (Say what)
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| (Say what, say what, say what)
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| If you wanna ride good life, baby
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| You can’t smoke the weed-a in my two seater
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| Bentley, droptop, ridin' good life, baby
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| In the two seater
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| You can’t smoke in the two seater
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| Yeah, ridin' good life, ha
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| I know you jealous, ha
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| Ha, I know you wish you had this, ah, yeah
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| Ridin' good life, yeah, ridin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Two Seater , by - MC Lyte. Song from the album Badder Than B Fore, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп