| feelin easy like its sunday morning steak and eggs
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| hey livin off some big rims lookin like some blades
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| play her like a pimp type a nigga aint me with the tint the 35 percent so ya cant see
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| fish scales shotgun pass the L to big V flip flop candy lookin so wet it drip drop (shiiiine)
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| from the tip top chrome double duce
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| make a bitch stop jaw drop ballin off this hip hop
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| on a budget back and forth from kentucky
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| we them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket
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| a hundred and ninety spoke god damn
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| look but dont touch it we commin down I-65
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| nappy and company (vertical grills) on the cadilac we so real
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| skinny deville return like a bat out of hell
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| hell dont ya think nappy roots comin as well
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| Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch, and Fish Scales yeaahh
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| My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes (hundred spokes)
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| my candy paint straight from the honeycomb (honeycomb)
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| wood grain interior leather and chrome (leather and chrome)
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| everybody ride out its on its on (its on its on)
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| (FISH SCALES)
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| ay yo thats my cab jumped out leavin a tab
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| hold on man we’ll discuss that later
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| B. jumped out like (fuck that hater)
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| fell in the aspen rotten like martin
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| two white dudes one looked like matt harprin
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| later on he’s eatin and ball in cleavland
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| and I jumped out like fuck your season
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| van dam woke up in the grand am real hot no air for the car jam
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| twenty inches ride both on probes
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| look nice chevrolet on pipes
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| keep chevy tint that twinkle so bright
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| B.O.B im’a ball on budget
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| pumped out two thou on the 89 cutlass (biiitch)
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| nah you cant ride im selfish
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| aint too many ho’s wanna touch this velvet
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| (B. STILLE.)
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| hop in with me we bout to leave
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| you gotta pop it I drope a dollar in ya pocket
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| gas up the crotch rocket pass up the cops blocked it
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| (hey B. Stille can I role with you and Prophet)
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| extra clean you cant tell me nean
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| drop the top showin off for the summa
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| the cadilac stretch on dem bow legged stillets
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| where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette
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| bubble coat primers chrome spiders inside us big enough for my team and a couple of trainers
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| but it hold no minors thats major
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| wood grain and ya get deep beaters big features
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| feel boom from the beats in my big speakers
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| its on in my seats and my signature
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| dont throw dirt on my name no shirt as I lean
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| out the window pane you hear the country boy sang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Ride , by - Nappy Roots. Song from the album Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп