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It's the story of a rider of your boy behind the wheel
My first couple of times was in stolen automobiles
Doing it for the thrills, addicted to how it feels
I'll tell you though on the real, a did have to chill
Splacking and smashing out, man nothing's what it's about
But it can take hold and mold ya, or simply just turn you out
I knew some brothers who got em, straight up off of the lot
It was a couple of crews, until they slipped and got caught
The others they were splacking screw, driver to your colomun
Owner waking in the morning, just to found out that we got em
Saw it all through the hood, different place at different times
Thought about it in my mind, had to put that in my rhymes
Couldn't do it on the constant, cause I couldn't get paid
When I think about it now, it's mistakes that I made
But I spit this for my riders, all my kin and all my folks
If you riding hubcaps, or you sitting on the spokes
Hit the store, to gas it up so we can gone get it rolling
Ride it like we dirty, or we splacked it and it's stolen
Roll up all the windows, light it up and hit the AC
Riding through the town, Bumpin camo fleezy
Hit the store, to gas it up so we can gone get it rolling
Ride it like we dirty, or we splacked it and it's stolen
Roll up all the windows, light it up and hit the AC
Riding through the town, bumpin bun and pimp c
Come in on 16, that could be the front door
You come in through the south via 204, either way you come
You goine up in Savannah, where the G's love to ride
And they rep with bandanas, I'm a ride on 204
Until it turn to Abercorn, bust a left on Middleground
To See my people in the morn, parallel to Eisenhower
As I head for Skid Away, make a left up at the light
To the east I'm on the way
Then I hit a slight cut, as I ride over the Truman
Make a left at 52nd, right day by Myers, then I make a right
When I get to Water's Ave, catch the light at Victory
Then hit the store and get some gas, I'ma ride the MLK
Ride MLK to Bay, catch a spot on River Street
And watch the night revolve from day
Jump, Southward on to bull and it'll turn to white
Bluff, as I'm smashing through the city and the green is getting puffed
Hit the store, to gas it up so we can gone get it rolling
Ride it like we dirty, or we splacked it and it's stolen
Roll up all the windows, light it up and hit the AC
Riding through the town, Bumpin camo fleezy,
Hit the store, to gas it up so we can gone get it rolling
Ride it like we dirty, or we splacked it and it's stolen
Roll up all the windows, light it up and hit the AC
Riding through the town, bumpin bun and pimp c
01 to 02, I was jamming Dirty Money
IT gave your boy a feeling and they couldn't take it from me
I just wanna ride blades, tell them to let me see it
I found out life's a and a trick, I couldn't be it
Even though we rolling, Man they nuts holdin na
Tell them don't say when the money folding na
I moved up to big pimping from a pocket full of stones
Piecing chain off on my chest, I'm super tight and feeling grown
Front, back, side to side in the big body slab
Got diamonds gainst da wood while I'm pushing down the ave see
One day you're here, then the other you are gone
Thinking how long can it last, dog is messing with my dome
But I really had to do this, had to dedicate a verse
To that man pimp C, who is headed to the hearse
I know Bun is feeling worse and I feel him one the same
Y'all are legends on this mic and I'll be riding in his name
Hit the store, to gas it up so we can gone get it rolling
Ride it like we dirty, or we splacked it and it's stolen
Roll up all the windows, light it up and hit the AC
Riding through the town, Bumpin camo fleezy
Hit the store, to gas it up so we can gone get it rolling
Ride it like we dirty, or we splacked it and it's stolen
Roll up all the windows, light it up and hit the AC
Riding through the town, bumpin bun and pimp c

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