Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride It Out, artist - MC Magic. Album song Magic City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.05.2006
Record label: Nasty Boy
Song language: English
Ride It Out |
| What |
| Roca Dolla |
| Magic City (Por favor, believe it) |
| M, C |
| Gemini |
| Guerilla Black |
| Come on |
| Chorus: Big Gemini |
| All my players, thugs and my ballers |
| All my peeps in the clubs, spendin' dollars |
| Hey Mr. DJ, won’t you play that song |
| So we can keep it crunked til the early morn', we sayin' |
| AY YO |
| AY YO |
| Ride it out, baby, ride out |
| AY YO |
| AY YO |
| Ride it out, baby, ride out |
| Abre a la puertas, muy abiertas, let the Southwest shine |
| Hungry like I’m homeless, and I can’t stop my grind |
| A ten year struggle, but '06 is mine |
| Magic City’s like my Chronic, see my blood shot eyes |
| I couldn’t stop this |
| Even if I tried |
| When I’m at the car show, I got 'em sayin' «Brown Pride» |
| Like Roger Troutman, top box so fly |
| Drop the slow jams to make the young girls cry |
| Not just a verse, homey, this is my life |
| Ever since my first solo |
| Back in '95 |
| My whole studio brought the hits every time |
| That’s why I gotta claim, «NB Ridaz til I die» |
| Repeat Chorus |
| When I step in the club, I’m headin' straight to the bar |
| Shinin' bright like a superstar |
| Shorties all around, yeah, it’s goin' down |
| Take a look, now, what did I found |
| I’m sayin' |
| «Hey lil' mama, ven aqui, como te llamas» |
| Yeah, I like how you working that… (Yeah-i-yay-i-yay) |
| They call me Gemini, you lookin' hella fly |
| Just wanna see if we can chat |
| If only for a minute |
| I’m tryin' to get to know you better |
| I don’t dance, but I might two-step with ya |
| Girl |
| And how about |
| After this |
| We jump in the six, and ride out, you know what it is |
| Repeat Chorus |
| It’s Chingo Blingo, stackin' paper like, Kinkos |
| Catch me on MTV or Sabado Domingo |
| Dale |
| Que te resvale |
| You got tamaza, Chingo’s got |
| The tamale |
| I got the jalapeno flow |
| Big Chile, H-Town |
| Your prima wants to join us, then baby, I’m down |
| She showed me her panties, and did a little something |
| You got the sexy sideburns like Ashanti |
| She does the dishes, that’s real big breas-te-sts |
| Mmm, delicious, pastel y tres leche-ses |
| I want a girl like you |
| Not a susia |
| Like Chapulin o contado con estusia |
| Repeat Chorus |
| I’m with my dollars, stackin' eses/essays |
| Rollin' through, L. A |
| With NB |
| Ridaz, naw, we don’t play |
| I’m rappin' 'round, up in that |
| Low-low, the color of |
| Coco, yet Guerilla |
| Rollin' up hydro |
| Ira, ira, mami hot as fajitas |
| Or, about |
| Two, good fish of taquita |
| I just came from the other side of the border |
| Tryin' to get my ass back up in California |
| In the dark, cut with them, the real good aroma |
| Yeah, up for some of that |
| Bomb (???) |
| I’m like the vatos, whenever my pockets’ll suckle |
| You mess around, I’ll leave your ass up in a bottle |
| Repeat Chorus |
| It’s ya boy |
| Guerilla B-L-A-C-K |
| Uh |
| Magic City |
| Compton in the buildin' |
| Magic City |
| Uh, uh |
| Magic City |
| Comin' real soon (Magic City) |
| West coast |