Lyrics:
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
niggas that I love, their names engraved into my ice
But, wait, caught some niggas slippin' first, I made 'em pay the price
When I was young, never
You won't catch a nigga slippin you might catch a nigga slidin
Bad bitch inside, behind tint I ain't lyin
Paid a grip for the ride coulda did it two
Mic, mic motherfuckin' check in this bitch
Mic check, one, two
Ah, let's go, yeah, uh huh
Ayo, Daringer, turn me up some
Niggas gotta feel this
a whole new door
Still slippin' through traffic screamin' that the allure
I'm breakin' the law, was too much to ever ignore
I been exceedin' the limit
shorty be romantic, I aint talkin bout a date
Man I bought my drip like water, just like it's a fuckin lake
And you'll neva catch me slippin, cuz I neva
Yo, ayy, yea, ayy, ayy
Ice Gang, nigga
Hey Diesel, we gon' make another one, nigga
Gotta put my nigga on the track
Follow my lead, nigga
Two young
slippin by the seaside
But my name ain't on your knife
I'll be real, no one bored me, left his fit the same color as the racing car Roary
Shots pissed,
this shit for all my family that won't see me blow
Much as I miss em can't be wit em so I keep my pole
They want me dead but I ain't slippin
Bitch I be
mom
At the same damn time
Gettin' hit on by a couple hoes
Two big faces on my wrist
Boy I got a couple those
I told her I love that pussy
She think we
you dig, your bitch is an option
Put that watch in the fridge 'cause it's drippin', gettin' sloppy
When it's too much traffic gotta get a helicopter
a trader when into town he'd come
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton
Dooley slippin' up the holler...
[ el.banjo - fiddle ]
Well I remember very
at the opps (pop)
Caught a nigga with his bitch
Slippin' at the light, he got in his top
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P
Fuck nigga, that's
Ready Gov? Yeah
Don't let them niggas gaffle you aight
Hehe, run that shit
Yeah bitches, things to get worse
So meet 2Pac and Rich, each to go worse
the street, and I ain't got much more than you
But you still want to jack for my six-two
Impala, it's all about the dollar
You claim you're gonna bust if I
caught slippin
Why don’t you come through, yeah we’ll be here all night
Tell me what’s the move, we’ll be up til sunrise
[Verse 2 - Young Bool]
Aye, you
caught slippin
Why don’t you come through, yeah we’ll be here all night
Tell me what’s the move, we’ll be up til sunrise
[Verse 2 - Young Bool]
Aye, you
they fit in, (her shoes)
You're wanna be walkin' in, (her shoes)
What it takes to be slippin' in, (her shoes)
[x2]
To feel up your shoes
She's got my
too good you broke contagious
She wanna fuck with a winner
Sinner niggas gon hate cuz I did it (I did it)
She gonna swallow my kids have dinner
2K on my
We keep ya feelin' oh so high
Like its 1999
All over again with all of my hustlers, soldiers by my side
Been a long, long ride, I'm still
from pools of this skunk blunt
Two things I smoke away, that's why many murders in one
When I left em like clothes, retaliation was mine
literally, literary literature
Six slippery Seals slippin silently ashore
Sally sold seashells down by the seashore
Sold two shells but couldn't see to sell
paths with my clique and get vic
I'm on some bullshit that's how I was raised G
Slept at the stage have you slippin' down blazin'
In pools of alcohol walk
was struck by reality when the two girls screamed
I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans
Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his
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