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Too Short - Something to Ride To lyrics
[Ant Banks:] Ahhhhhh shit - now let me warm it up I got the gin and juice and I'm a poor 'em cup To get smooth in the mood that I'm in So lets start riding till this mother fucker ends And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging Spitting some game and trying to throw that thang On any young nigga with some ends A mobile phone and a drop top benz Take it from me, see, cause I know what it's about Kick a big fat dick in a bitches mouth And keep riding, high siding, but don't front Nigga serve that shit, don't be no punk And while the niggaz keep jocking, I be scoping All the fine ass freaks of Oakland That's where I reside, and where I always will be The city of killers, dope dealers and still we Chill like players, and act like pimps Mack all hoes and slap all simps The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew I just hang with the gang like it's the thang to do Now motherfuckers can't face the facts that I'm doing this Rapping and producing and they can't even ruin this See everybody knows the Banksta The big dick gangsta who's fucking with dank and clocking the bank And I'm a get mine in the 9 O's I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes I'm pulling up right beside you Bumping this funky ass shit to ride to [Pooh Man:] Now here's some shit for you to ride to punk Fifteen's slammin hard in my god damn trunk From tenth ave, to a hundred and fifth Young players ride the foothill strip They ride Chevys, Cougars, Blazers, Vettes Five 60 Benzos with Ferrari kits They love fine ass bitches, rolex watch Top let down on the coke white drop I love my high schools cuties, muscle bound booties Pools a hoes so you know I had to do my duties I got to have it like a rabbit, fuck her like a champ I tell you nigga I'm a pro with these high school tramps They say young minds, make good times See I'm a player so let me give an O 9 Alicia, Tina, Marie, and Evette She wanna ride punk bitch you can ride my dick Now Shawnetta, Shawnda, an Rida too Now here's a shot to the whole slug crew Talk bad punk bitch but it's always Pooh Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on this shit to ride to [Goldy:] Push in my deck, put in the key and start the engine Cause I ain't joking, tired of smoking donuts while I'm spinning A tight high performance engine with the duals and cams Fuck a spare tire in my trunk, it's boom, that slams Cause I'm a young brotha like to burn rubber yo, get in and out of lanes I pump that ride in your bumper so ya change Then I take a pit stop, exterior/interior whipped up They wax me, then they buff me, niggaz don't love me now I'm tipped out Now I'm coming fresh from the detail shop Going to the lee-male spots, looking for the female cock I feel the bass and woofer kick my chest like a heartbeat Went to the curb, when I saw the ass of a dark freak So I pulled up slamming $hort Dawg I said "Hey", she said (*snort*), I said, "Damn a fuckin warthog!" So I smashed out doing 90 Covered her ass up with the smoke I left behind me The medley steadily flowed in my ears like oxygen Too $hort, the Pooh, and the Banks, got the hoes on our jocks again Fucking with the hooties, with booties, and big titties That's potent, but all I got is cheese for a rodent Got a ticket doing 60 in a school crossing Picking up my young cock for some cool tossing Defamation of character, racially slandering But all I'm ever guilty of is pimping and pandering So please let me go officer Because I could be at home in my bed tossing her I make like al, tune, crank the vol-ume, and dash Hit the freeway cause I can't play when I got some ass Respect a player and an O G that's what they told me Mhisani nickname Goldy, spittin' shit to ride to [Too $hort:] Now I come from the mother fucking eastside So shut the fuck up bitch and just ride I'm Short Dogg, hoe you can't front me Since my very first album I was funky Bitches start seeing them dollar signs Even though I wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp Bitch, you couldn't get 50 cents I take a gap from your ass and then I owe you the rest I know the game hoe, and I'm a vet Playing broads ain't based on love You want my money, I wanna fuck And after we do all that, I talk about you in my next rap Beyotch!! Kiss my pimping ass Cause all the time I didn't have this cash Wouldn't call, wouldn't give me your number I couldn't see ya like Stevie Wonder I made a hit record, now I got money You wanna play $hort Dogg for a dummy But I come from the mother fucking eastside You suck my dick so I let the fake bitch ride Dangerous music is on the mike And like Banks always say, "This shit is tight" Now thats some shit I ride Pop that in the K-5 and go, buuuut I got my partner Ant Banks sittin on something real phat I got my partner Short, sittin on the hood of a Cadillac I got eveybody rolling I got Kool-Aid, he ain't spilling and he ain't trippin I got Ol' T B with his big 'ol fat ass, I got everybody I got ?, but he ain't got no skin on his dick cause he fuck too much I got ah, I got Ol' Dirty Arm but that my partna though Cause he's super clean, super side, super everything I got Footy and Jerry, he trying to dred, but that ain't what's happening I got a, shit who else I got, I got I got Face, Pooh, that's my partna He'll look through a broad his face so big I got ah, I got Pow Pow, he looking like Linus; he kind of filthy But that's my partna though, I ain't going to talk bad I ain't going to talk bad No I ain't going to rank out Oh Kitty Wing, that's my partna Peppermint Patty I ain't going to talk about him I ain't going to talk about Huh Cause he might beat me up send the block out on me I don't want the block to through on me Oh Too Clean (*barking sounds*) We got ah, we got Hist Dancers (what about Chris Hicks baby?) Chris Hicks that's my that my Steven Seagal, he living lavish Oh else we got, who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on The Tin Man Mo, that's Pah prince of Darkness, that's my dark partna My counter, that's my darkside Who else we got, who else we got We got foothill, oh I didn't get Clim, his teeth glow in the dark. |
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