Lyrics:
a quickness move fast
Better yet move quicker
Then get my a 40 ounce from Kenwood liquor
Slide by Millennium park
One more spot to hit before it gets dark
more British than is a picture of me bum
Gilbert and George are taking the piss
Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with the sunset
And pile up all
more British than is a picture of me bum
Gilbert and George are taking the piss
Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with the sunset
And pile up all
more British than is a picture of me bum
Gilbert and George are taking the piss
Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with the sunset
And pile up all
in a box by jailers
R.I.P Breonna Taylor
It's been one hell of a ride
Aye Jesus where you at?
You must be taking a vacay
I don't want to go to
Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man
At my door door door grab me by the collar
Got me for my dollars i don't
smooth not reckless
Swing it high and ride from 'Side to Texas
Give the game up since I came up
Blew my name up check out the rhythm
make them
you by my side
George Straits on the radio
I got a cold beer in my hand
I can't wait to be your man
Seeing you by the fire light
Well, I may be wrong
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
To the less fortunate
I implore you
We’re in George Orwell’s 1984
And it’s horrible
I tip the scales of psychological warfare
Police my thoughts
And be left
or kite.no more sufferingand no more blight.so
Ride natty ride natty ride.go deh bingi go..go deh bingi go..Ride natty ride natty ridego deh bingi gogo deh
lullabies
Drive bys open fires
Straps on straps I got my nine
My gang be down to start a riot
Yea that's OhJacee he on the rise
Shawty suck my dick I got good
many storms
I'm ready with no warnin'
Now I got a little fame the beef on the way
So I keep a George Foreman
Tryna wake up to my girlfriend
For some more
Can't mess with you no more
Closest people to you hate
So I be rollin' solo
(I'm creepin' on the low)
Creepin' on the low-low
Creepin' on the low-low
I be
ride with me, ride with me, ride with me
Shawty put on yo seatbelt, don't need no help just Wantchu by my baby
Ride with me I'll drive you crazy
We can
my side (Come and be right by me, baby)
Can you be right by my side? (Can you be right by me, baby)
So we keep on riding, baby (Ride)
When I be with
pain that I ever seemed to cause you
If you wake up feelin' more lonely, than you felt yesterday
The more you got to let me go then
If you wake up
back road got me lost like voila)
I got my
I got my knock in 09
Lil knob on the side of the front seat
Lil kid ride by like yak yak
Felt grown boy I
a quarter that I made into the coin slot
Next to a bar full of bikers yea a dope spot
Jim & I's yeah two died five more shot
Shooter had grenades
they say we'll try
And even if the hate, we'll ride
[Verse 2]
They say you get what you pay for
That's why i'd rather pay more
And keep you in them
revelation,
The final conflict, it's near,
Ride me baby.
I love you,
I do,
I just get confused by the things that I do.
Baby, I am so complexed,
Oh, Oh,
by
They praying for my demise
Still I rise and damn I got hella time
Yeah
Everything ain't always smooth sail
With a happy ending
Niggas ride the wave
all I was born to do ride or die
Give me more crews to run through
On these heavy damn streets
(I was born to ride)
On these heavy damn beats
(I was
Mr. Hard done by, got a chip on his shoulder
The dragon’s long-dead
But you’re still swinging your sword at nothing at all
Best pray to St George
It
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