Still Ridin' Clean
[Chorus x2] Still ridin clean, makin cheese, and gettin my dick sucked Still makin cheese, ridin clean, and gettin my dick sucked [Project Pat] I swear I'm going through a thang but I gotta snap back Give it all to God its tha pistol but tha crack back Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jap slap Dealin wit this mob lice watchin studio phone tapped You best believe that I could see it from a mile away Thought that my girl was down sleepin wit tha enemy Tha streets are dangerous I could be dead anyday That's why I'm ridin wit my dog smokin plenty hay Thi shit contagious doin dope and its killin me Even though I know I hit tha snow is you feelin me I'm lookin good twenty-three's on that flippin paint Them twelve golds in my mouth makin these bitches faint Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang But fuck dat one of my young niggas'll take tha charge I'm stackin loot muthafuck lookin behind some bars [Chorus x4] [Project Pat] Out slangin brickas tha project nigga row-a A playa that's fa show-a I'm chargin a hoe-a You weak niggas know-a you step and I fire Yo life will expire you need to retire Yo bitch call me sire she flat like a tire Shot nut in her eye-a on that I don't lie-a Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain I'm out dodgin felonies and fuck dat coke Cause a nigga lovin these streets and that's of course Mane I hate to see tha judge face and that's fa sho Prayin that he'll drop the charge and let me go Cause I like smokin good green Motel-io Stick my dick in a hoe'
Written by: JORDAN HOUSTON, PATRICK HOUSTON, PAUL BEAUREGARD
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