Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still Riding , by - Snoop Dogg. Song from the album South West Bosses, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.01.2009
Record label: Get Low
Song language: English
Still Riding |
| You, you, you with your funny, fun, fun |
| Lookin up at the sunny, sun, sun |
| Butterfly cheeks and lemoncut hair |
| Hardly a worry and never a care |
| In her eyes, the color of love |
| In your eyes, the color of love |
| Diamond in the back with the sunroof open |
| Driiiiivin down the freeway |
| Eyes real low, just singin my song |
| Driiiiivin down the freeway |
| Life already fast so I’m movin along |
| Driiiivin down the freeway |
| Blowin my smoke all by myself, just |
| Driiiivin down the freeway |
| Lemme drop my top, turn up my pac |
| Now close ya eyes, picture me rollin through ya block |
| Holla back baby, my chevy clean but my lac crazy |
| The back bumpa on the ground like I’m ridin with a fat lady |
| Look what god gave me |
| A 72 caprice classic, race me, it go about a buck-80 |
| Turnin heads as I switch lanes |
| No ice, I let my bitch wear my big chain |
| Big things going down in a small hood |
| Jack boys wanna rob, I wish ya’ll would |
| See when the sunshine come out, the lamborghini somehow |
| Had them haters mad, lookin at me with their tongue out (wow) |
| Candy coated muscle car, cause I’m a hustle star |
| This is how we love to ball, me and my roll dogs |
| Inside sweet like new cucci, the roof gucci |
| The mats on my floor roll like sushi |
| Flyin through traffic, don’t trip |
| Gotta hemi with a tip |
| I can give it to ya real quick |
| Lewis sonnis got me feelin like I’m floatin |
| Or is the kush that I blow in trill motion |
| I hit the block with the doors open, the hoes open |
| I’m lookin like a video in slow motion |
| And I’m feelin like new money |
| You haters too funny |
| Mad cause the paint fresh, shoes ugly |
| I walk with a lean, I only bump the 80's themes |
| Hand cock stuck in the seat, I’m a ladies dream |
| Since days of the teens, servin the fiends was all that I’ve seen |
| The american dream, but life ain’t no crystal stack |
| And it ain’t with it seem |
| The streets ain’t playin it fair |
| Listen up, ride with us, we can take you there |
| I ride cadillacs on custom hoods, caps and vogues |
| I ride black on black, back to back |
| Fresh from head to toe |
| Everywhere we go, more hoes, and plenty of dro |
| Everywhere we go, more shows, and plenty of dough |
| It’s young noe, adi, young buck and capp |
| And we do this for respect, and hi tek, bless the track |
| We ridin |
| Driiivin down the freeway |