How We Ride

Yeah

Ya drive a Chevy now

Yeah, I'm ready now

The car's stolen baby

But I'm rollin baby

Cadillacs to Cutlass

Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets

We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's)

Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's)

Cadillacs to Cutlass

Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets

We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's)

Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's)

I got a big '67 'Lac Coupe DeVille

Mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel

That motherfucka change colors like a lizard and shit

55 ridin south, gettin head from a bitch

Matter fact, yo bitch, nigga love it and check it

She like leather to the ass, so I love to ride naked

Right, bang her in the pussy, baby how that feel?

Left hand, swangin free, grippin wood on the wheel

Then I smack her on the ass man, and jump in the Regal

I got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west, wiggle

Ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy

I get back, later on ya bitch is washin my Caddy

Spit-shine, waxed up, Armor-All on the tire

Ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire

That's where a nigga ride, in the south

You taste a nigga dick, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth

Ya weak bitch!

Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the quarter

Fuck with juice, smoke, and water

Actin bad with'cha daughter

Like a real nigga ought'a

What her-what her momma taught her

Keep ya boys toes curled up

But man she be-man she be fuckin ya boy world up

I'm thowed in the streets

I'm thow-thowed in the game

I rock-rock bizintine

Stay blow-blowed in the brain

I'm grippin-grippin on the grain

Like a real south-sider

I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders

Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin

You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin

Bump back-bump back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide

Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go

Chrys'a-Chrys' about to po'

You know we-know we got the g's

Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the cheese

So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth

We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby

Four-fifty-four (Big-block, red stripes-stripes)

Comin through this bitch with them loud ass pipes-pipes

(Any nigga wanna come and get it) Please-please

Breeze by yo ass, with the motherfuckin ease

In the middle of the dark and Interstate sparkin

Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin

Pass by the crowd, music real loud

(Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound)

Then I do it real good, diamonds on the wood

Oh pissy-ass, sissy-ass lame wish he could

Ride like that, "Diamond in the Back"

Moon-roof top, Brougham Cadillac

Then I pass in my Cut' dawg, screamin out (Fuck y'all)

Roll down the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off

Acious Clacious Clay has returned

In a Super-Sport Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo!

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