Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready 2 Ryde (Feat. Eve), artist - Snoop Dogg. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ready 2 Ryde (Feat. Eve) |
| Keep it shaking, Cali keep it quaking |
| Cause the Ryders got me bringin home the bacon |
| Show me love, and it wasn’t no mistakin |
| That I would dedicate this melody — fuck the hatin |
| I had to tell my girl to pack her shit |
| Cause she slipped and dipped inside |
| I need a girl that’s ready to ride |
| To keep the heater right by her side |
| Aiyyo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me, keep it real Dogg |
| Niggas seem stressed to the brain, how you feel dogg? |
| Nigga I’mma ride, set it up, let it spill Dogg |
| Anything you want, I can flip, got the skill Dogg |
| Baby girl you so so-phisticated |
| Finance related, you graduated |
| To the next level in the game, wearin my name |
| Bad little brickhouse, go and do that thang |
| Yo — niggas surprised when they open they eyes |
| Thick in the thighs wasn’t part of they plan |
| Not just his bitch, I’m like his main man |
| Act shifty — your resistance gone swiftly |
| Bitches mad at a nigga, askin why he kissed me |
| Stop whinin, just to cry and get the mackin daddy |
| I don’t like it when the angry chick is actin crabby |
| That’s why he bagged me |
| Ghetto jewel, never loud and trashy |
| No stressin over chicks — problem? |
| Bet I solve it fastly |
| We gangbang on these niggas like we 'posed to do |
| And I’ll be damned if I let a bitch get close to you |
| We posted Boo — you, my, one and only |
| Quick to dump before the homies |
| Remember when that phony nigga ran up on me at the club? |
| You filled him up with slugs, that’s what I call love |
| All that pushin and shovin, kissin and huggin |
| Thuggin, dig it, dug-in |
| I’m lovin every minute of it Boo |
| The way you stay true, and always kept your cool |
| You kept the heater right by your thigh |
| And when the shit got hectic you was ready to ride |
| You didn’t run out, when I pulled the gun out |
| That’s what I’m talkin bout, no doubt |
| Ruff Rydin, Eastsidin, to the realest y’know |
| D-O-double-Gizze, you know how we get busy |
| Aiyyo, how could I leave a real nigga? |
| A real nigga’s all I need |
| Fake bitches try to take my place, fall to they knees |
| Don’t violate, see my man, he don’t like no scrapes |
| And if I heard you was frontin I hop on the case |
| Wild one? |
| Maybe, but I’mma protect my baby |
| Test me fool and by the end you gon' think I’m crazy |
| That’s how I do for my Dogg, keep my litter strong |
| Both sides relied on the shit, nigga sing the song |
| Yeah. |
| hahah, E-V-E! |
| D-O-double-Gizze! |
| Y’know! |
| Ruff Rydin, Eastsidin! |
| Foe life, ahh! |
| Yeah. |
| And you thought it’d never happen |
| Fuck the haters, bow wow! |
| Woof. |
| woof. |
| woof. |
| woof. |
| BEOTCH! |
| It’s official now, yeah |
| We gon' Ruff Ryde up on out of here on this one |
| Eastside up Eastsidaz |
| Goldie Loc in the house |
| Lil' ½ Dead |
| DJ Jam, my nigga E, Davey Dave, uhh, misbehave |
| Give it to 'em Dogg |
| Whattup DMX? |
| WOOF! |
| Master P? |
| UNNNGHH! |
| Dr. Dre |
| My nephew Scott on the beat |
| Illy Philly-delphia |
| Awwwwwww, yeah babyyy! |
| It’s another one, funky as they come |
| Evey Eve and Doggy Dogg |
| Bitch please, awwww! |