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Big Tymers - How Should I Ride lyrics
How Should I Ride" (feat. B.G., Cadillac) [Manny Fresh:] Everything on me, my skills pay the bills Buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheels I'm the number one pepper star, look at y'all Hat to the back, make my way to the bar When I'm in your town, bling, I'm gon' shine Gimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine Can I have your attention, couple of things I'd like to mention I stay in a big ass house wit' a big gold fence and Wit' the Beemer, Benz, and a Trooper Living room Supa-Dupa Size, Suprose This a big ass diamond, y'all go ahead and cover y'all eyes Look out here I come, stunt man number one I'm makin' airplanes outta fifties just for fun The boat, the plane, the Viper man The 4 TV's in the black Range A black boy havin' all these thangs Now how should I ride man [Baby:] Captin stunter, I ride with a Mack 11 Cause I'm a Uptown hunter, a big dope fronter And 10 a ki still a number I ride Rolls Royce Canisus I took my main hoe out a Yukon and put her in a drop top Benzie I got these bitches trailin' me nigga, cause I got a little money Got these hoes wanna give me pussy cause I got a little money But I got 10 hoes, all with golds Wiot' my name tatooed on the back of they assholes Wit' 20 inch rims, that's how I ride nigga If you ridin' 16's don't ride beside me nigga I'll give to my niggaz, before I give to these broads My block on fire, my niggaz in heat We clockin' a hundred G's a week I boat the yacht, and a screen TV And put my face on the hood of the muthafuckin' Humvee So you niggaz could see me I'm bout to do somethin' dangerous I took the steerin' wheel from the left to right so I could look famous I wear 2 pair of drawers, wit' 2 Rolex watches Wit' 22 bitches on my log nigga I guess that's the thug in me I lie to these bitches 7 days a week I put that on my lil brother LD restin' in peace [B.G.:] They wan' know how I ride Still get high Wan' know how I cross and front the feds, still floss I'm the B.G., in ya car, shit rangin' I'm playin' cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain't fakin' Wanna hang wit' B and Slim gotta have 10 G's Cause them niggaz spend money like it grow on trees We ballin' got cars from every company Expedition, Rams, even a Humvee Ain't that somethin' none of us over 25 Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5 Now lil daddy you got a nigga fucked up You could live for 'Burbs but nothin' but speakers on that truck Ah hah, we floss all week man Every night I got a different bitch under my sheet man They see me in the drop Jag and get out the way They know who it is when they see me in the Rover the next day [Cadillac:] Call it ghetto wrist nigga, wear filled with bagettes Crushed out on my neck with the matchin' bracelet Uh, cocked to the side in my 98 bubble eye Put on your shades cause you can't stand it with the naked eye Why, cause I'm a shinda I got diamonds and golds that'll blind ya, blind ya Get out my way cause I'm comin' through Man that' 'lac in the Jag, yeah and I'm sittin' on 20's too Livin' my life like I'm a millionaire How many young black niggaz you know wit' Rollies and Carliare Wrist wear, niggafilled with jew-els Now everybody wanna shine like CMR Cartel Uh, Wodie, Put on your 'boks and your 'bauds Uh, and put some 20's on your Benz so you can shine when you roll We got the finest cars and the finest broads Buyin' mansions on Washingtoners we take our garage Uh, now you see now we ride, how we ride Wit' VCR's and Playstations, wit' the wood inside For sheezy boy How you luv that Done it again BGeezy off the heezy |
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