Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ride On 4's , by - Trae. Release date: 07.07.2008
Song language: English
Ride On 4's |
| I got my Lac sitting low, like a Honda Civic |
| Hundred sack of that dro, got a G lifted |
| And the way I work the grain, gotta be gifted |
| Dipping, in and out of traffic swiftly |
| Tipsy, off drank but no beers here |
| I got a tre, and a twenty ounce root beer |
| Muddy, like a motherfucking hog pen |
| Banging Pac «Makaveli», play that number eight again |
| Time go by, puffing on lye |
| I’m feeling too fly, and that ain’t even now |
| See I’s a gangsta nigga, I shoot or shank a nigga |
| But it’s some’ing about them swangas, that’ll change a nigga |
| Have you chunking the deuce up, to a stranger, nigga |
| You shining harder than a bitch, he don’t blame you nigga |
| Who could blame you nigga, you doing the damn thang |
| Staying true to the game, you deserve to swang |
| Behind that five percent, windows never go down |
| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down |
| Keep driving, pass that dro |
| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's |
| Behind that five percent, windows never go down |
| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down |
| Keep driving, pass that dro |
| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's |
| Hit your breaks homie, let the third light glow |
| Swang open the do', let em smell the dro |
| Naw we ain’t capping, that there for them bitches |
| We grinding hard as fuck, and riding on our riches |
| Shit the fam good, the kids good |
| So why not grip wood through the hood nigga, come on now |
| Kush got me gone now, I don’t smoke the stress |
| I been blessed, so if it’s in the air it’s the best |
| And if it’s in my cup, it’s that purple |
| Got me flipping through the hood, riding in a circle |
| No destination, nigga just riding |
| Big mothership gliding, motor on siding |
| That’s what it is, what could be better? |
| Send a couple pictures of the slab, in the letters |
| To my niggas in the pen, I’mma hold you down |
| Show the whole unit, how we do in H-Town nigga yeah |
| Behind that five percent, windows never go down |
| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down |
| Keep driving, pass that dro |
| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's |
| Behind that five percent, windows never go down |
| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down |
| Keep driving, pass that dro |
| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's |
| I’m rolling on 4's, with the windows closed |
| Dro smoke up out my nose, letting the trunk do shows |
| Playafali on my toes, gotta show the world I’m having change |
| So I bought a candy Cadillac, up on them thangs |
| Hurting boys mane, Thugga gotta represent |
| I stay lit up, behind that five percent tint |
| I stay bent on the daily, when I’m in the hood |
| Shining like a superstar, when I grip the wood |
| Pieced up smelling good, gotta stay fresh |
| And show the world I’m blessed, everytime my voice up in your deck |
| Wreck on the mic, and I wreck on the 'vard |
| Every season some’ing hard, coming out my garage |
| I don’t barred, H-Town repping till I’m dead |
| From the Tre to the West, to my G’s off the 'Stead |
| Boys out here getting bread, and reaching our goals |
| Behind tint with the windows closed, when I ride on 4's |
| Behind that five percent, windows never go down |
| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down |
| Keep driving, pass that dro |
| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's |
| Behind that five percent, windows never go down |
| Music never go down, my nigga say slow down |
| Keep driving, pass that dro |
| Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's |