Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Something 2 Ride 2, artist - Royce 5'9. Date of issue: 19.10.2009
Song language: English
Something 2 Ride 2 |
| This is a little something to ride to |
| Kick back and just catch a vibe to |
| I pop me a pill, I drink me another drink, if I was you |
| I got the flyest arsenal |
| Clip filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal |
| I’m ape with shit, I’m on my gorilla thing, thing |
| Me and Preme, you can call us the guillotine team |
| We chop off heads, pop off lead |
| If it pops off, we spendin that rock star bread |
| We doin numbers like the box office |
| Nigga you ain’t tryin to box, then stop talkin |
| I got niggaz from Watts to Boston |
| From New York to the Chi to Austin |
| So even if my eyes is off ya, other eyes is on ya |
| That belongs to them killers that’s gon' ride up on ya, bong (bong) |
| It’s gasoline in my tongue, Patron in my kidneys, weed in my lungs |
| Trigger on my index finger, handle in my palm is ringin my animal alarm |
| My mind is on Hannibal Lec', demand the respect |
| I’m takin your life unless you hand me a check |
| I’ve been around, seen some things, sexed a lot of girls |
| I did my time but in my mind, I’m still thinkin it’s my world (woo-ooo) |
| (I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit, I’m the truest |
| (woo-ooo) |
| Now tell me who this sick and you can swallow everything that’s comin |
| through this dick) |
| Reignin King of the boom bap |
| Bomb strapped to my chest askin «where ya goons at?» |
| I’m old school like a StarTek |
| On a voyage like Star Trek |
| Me unemployed is far fetched |
| I’m hot, I got corduroy flow |
| You can picture but can’t shake it, the Polaroid show |
| I book niggaz for shows and put niggaz in comas |
| So I hope that you niggaz is roamers |
| 'Cause my niggaz is Ryders like Winona |
| But we just tryin to have a «Good Time"like Willona |
| I’m a zoner, all I do is zone out like a stoner |
| As far away as Estonia |
| I’m a sucker for a good suckin |
| So tell ya bitch that’s it’s best if she investin with this good luckin |
| Mami would you rather fly over niggaz heads or keep your ass in the |
| hood duckin? |
| Pardon my French, talk English |
| Steal your job, the discount is the five fingers |
| That’s why Preme is the head not King |
| My drive’s on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing |
| «Street Hop"is a culture |
| I rock with the vultures to make bread with the opposite toaster |
| I’m Py-reckless, I’m kitchen, equip sickenin |
| And my neckless is glistenin, it’s expensive |
| So don’t mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes (why?) |
| 'Cause my pencil is priceless |
| So what you runnin for? |
| Nigga I’m comin for you, if I’m the hyphen, then you the underscore |
| True and I’m lawless packin |
| I ain’t no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa |
| After (Boom), this afternoon |
| It’s night, night, when me and Preme come back for more |