Lyrics:
dice que she wanna bump, bum bump bump
I said okay lets have some fun
Yo no se si sera
Q tu me amas de verdad
O es solo por necesidad
Ay baby dime la
Wanna chop we tap
Big shhh and i tap'd in
Royles Royce and we tap'd in
I know i know
Ya Ya Ya Ya
Looking more O
Meh King
Got to
Gotchu
My room
Sound For
gonna drink some beers
'Til they disappear
Turn the party up
Drink the good times down
Little buzz in ya cup
Will hit ya, get ya space bound
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps
Straight G shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Will you ride with me
the charcoal
Am I a star? No, ya' in my car? No
My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all know
Now heffer don't act stupid, 'cause ya'know who I am
The nigga
when I bump in the boof
I ain't got no time to be trying with you
Biddy on dick but i ride for you
Girl didn't I tell you
Rawwroxk
Oh Ya
Okay, okay okay
what I been doing
Surrounding by these hoes
I been running through em
I jumped in this fast life
Just to get my bag right
Why they always talking
About
set, let's roll
Ready, set, let's ride
Ready, set, let's roll
Ready, set, let's ride
You got my heart bump bumpin'
When I'm pulling up into ya
won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was
Like it taste better with commas
Girl you so bad in them jeans
I ain't the first to remind ya
But I'm the first one behind ya
I swear it's better in
messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin' haze bags the
Size of ketchup packets
Fuck who's in ya ride
There's tools on my side
By the females standin' with
attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz
Imma put em in ya hat
Point blank walk up ain't never
Did a drive by
Catch a nigga slippin and let
time, for ya mind, you’ll be fine
When you find it ain’t a crime being stuck inside
In a time where we grind, never mind
What we lose by design
Chasing
in my hand, Click Clack to the back
(Click Clack to the back)
Ya I like it like that (Ya I like it like that)
Feeling so fresh, ain't no one like my
a bugaboo, oh no
Please don't hate me, please let me go
Roll ya eyes when my clique roll by
2 big black Mercedes drivin'
You crazy
We got to speed, ride
Goose bumps when you come thru
Lay down and get comfortable
Girl i only want you
This time ima ride
I won't ever leave you
Deep down inside i need
stand right beside ya
If you got one look em in the eyes
Tell em you goin' ride
Tell em you goin' ride (ride-ride-ride-ride-ride)
Till the wheel
Yeah yeah yeah
Girl you know I'm in the mood
To love, you down
Said it's been a nice lil while
Seen ya number had to dial
Say you miss the thug
trigonometry
I been multiplying paper
Dividing the haters we eliminate ya
And we all know that ima ball
So I got drafted by the Lakers
You catch me off in
set, let's roll
Ready, set, let's ride
Ready, set, let's roll
Ready, set, let's ride
You got my heart bump bumpin'
When I'm pulling up into ya
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
of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even
wring ya
They don't get it by now
Till they bitch gettin tooken out her night gown
Till its niggas at they door in they hometowns
When I tell you that
Took-look-yuk-duk-wuk
Shinavative ill factors by da flavor flav
Come an ride da flavor wave
In any year on any givin' day
What a brova know, what do flavor say
Why
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