Lyrics:
Back in the hood make your riding me slow
call on me o
Baby you girl make you balance it o
Drip all the way from your head to your toe
Back in
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
Riding in the scraper, no Aston Martin real
Real niggas don't divide, we
Just keep on riding, you feel me
Red Flame Devil Music
Ayy I got a fucking chest
parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
Ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it,
FG, Ferris Ave Posse
Bang, Red Dirt, FG FAP aye, FG FAP
RIP D Ski RIP Sean Ski RIP Uncle Bernie man
Ferris shit man, aye, aye, aye
Bitch I'm reppin
Serving dog food and whores pussy was his only flaw
Night on the strip he was jonesing by the store with a red bone
She showed him ass he wanted more
A parody of "Riding With Private Malone" (Written by Thom Shepherd and Weed Newton. Recorded by David Ball)
New lyrical adaptation by Cledus T. Judd
a bad little chick, she a diva
Shorty want sand, go ham with a Visa
Riding with a random man in Ibiza
Fuckin' through your head, had a plan, give her
I want to fly away, I want to fly away
Yeah!
Uh, a black ass nigga in a red Ph
Black ass nigga in a red, aye
What, black ass nigga in a red Phantom
hood wearin' flue you gettin' fucked up
By your true 'are you nigga named see-K
Rick' get back, Rick' get ruled every single week day
And I can't stand
back, nigga get back
Nigga be talking but they talking all cap
Baby throw it back, baby throw it back
Pretty little face, I like it like that
Baby what's
We go back like four flats on the Cadillac
Nigga, you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never
a pitcher
Air Force ones, philly jersey and some blue jeans
Member in the hood no cream with the red beams
Snakes in the grass say they with ya then they
mean to whine while I'm dining
Fuck that, I couldn't give a flying
The whole hood, they be liking my writing
'Cause I'm hood like Little Red Riding
It's DJ-Z!
Cashmase
Lady P
Sedia B
Baby can you be my cherry on top
Tell me, can you tie a knot?
She got that red lip gloss
Want that cream? Then
the best, you got holes
You the seive
I'm sick dope enough to go against the world
You just got little fans
You like the geisha girl
See, why do I even rap
niggas can't see me I'm John Cena
Back in the cliff I was stealing beamers
I got a bad hood bitch she rap like Trina
Her pussy on hurricane Katrina
Red
I'm still a good kid, huh
And I made my mama mad, but she know I'm still a good kid
I'm lost in the hood and shit like Red Hood
And this bitch, I'm
quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey
whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls,
quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey
couldn't lack with no pole
Three little piggies was raised by they moms
And they knew that she couldn't pay the bills on her own
Four little piggies was out
to hang out
I just been stacking these dead guys
Smoke a Blunt to the face
Give me red eyes
I been labeled as a failure
Yo bitch on my dick
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