Lyrics:
that's ready to ride
To keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Hey yo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me, keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem stressed
And always kept your cool
You kept the heater right by your thigh
And when the shit got hectic
You was ready to ride
You didn't run out, when I pulled the gun
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, y'know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride
Cuttin' niggas off they was dead weight
Walked by the bitch now your bitch need a neck brace
Fucking on your bitch til the bed break
Realest niggas
careful just in case
It's way too long
Still be caught with a weighted gun
I don't care if you hate this song
Man, it ain't my fault you were raised
she pass through
Ooh! can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach you
Yo check her she
Alabama at
That's what niggas get for trying to battle rap
Head shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we running guns
A nigga walk up to you,
what.
To the DJ scratch, you met yo match
'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new batch,
So takin' you off into the galaxy
Is Vicious, Vicious,
Grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I live
It's road ride
Mz Kiss kilo po po fun mi okay
Azunzunzunzunzunzun
Saint Samiganja Saint Samiganja
Superstar DJ Xclusive
Slow down on a on a protein
(I can't believe you just did that)
Ayy, ayy, glahh, glahh
(DJ Fresh, what up fool?)
Thirty clip, fifty clip, a hunnid clip
Quad city and nigga
what y'all
Say what!
To the D.J's scratch, you've met your match
'Cause were coming out fresh with a brand new batch
So taking you off into the galaxy
'cause my name is Mellie Mel."
Say what, why'all.
Say what.
To the DJ scratch, the metro match
'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new
what y'all
Say what!
To the D.J's scratch, you've met your match
'Cause were coming out fresh with a brand new batch
So taking you off into the galaxy
"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z
[Verse 1:]
I'm on fire survival, admire you liar
Who hire, new tires, flew by you
New buyer, Brunier, the new sire
Each line, I
by me,
Lord I’ve got to keep it moving.
Some people feel like hip hop died,
With it’s pride, skateboards, and skinny jeans,
When DJs stop spinning
Talkin' bout DJ Fresh macaulay Culkin
Home alone with yo bm and she gettin' naked
Know she the best
Pussy finger lickin' HA we the best
Preacher sly deacons
the new fresh kicks
She ain't wanna ride with me
She ain't wanna ride with me
But she wanna fly with me
And she gonna buy with me
Pull up in the back no
your nose running
Leave you know money, Just pay me all hundreds
Studio Sunday a album by Monday
Capo want gun play might slide down your one way
Need
let her ride (aye, aye)
Shotgun, but can ya ride gun
And if not I ain't waitin til ya ride come
On to da next and when I spot one
Ima tell'er bring
juice got me up all night shit
And in last year making that bite shit
Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by
juice got me up all night shit
And in last year making that bite shit
Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by
years old thugging
Shoot, I said who we, we don't even speak
DJ Cannon blamming in the middle of the street
Come on
I go hard
See me running down
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