Lyrics:
[Lil' Jon] okay....okay....okay....okay....okay....okay.....WHAAA!! OKAY!!
[Chorus (Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys)]
You ride up to the club boy, I
Get Joe Jitz to go splits on a used yacht
It's not new but what the fuck you got?
Ollie in the mix yo who I'm seen wit
At the party, Joe Jit and Charlie
right here, you heard
I used to be Jaffe Joe, I used to be Killa
I think I'ma go with something different this year
I'ma go with
Hook
J.R. Writer
tickled
Hoes stay in line, I keep it civil
We run it up it ain't a issue
If you ain't pay me I can't miss you ...who
Who they playin wit
VVS.. on my
you ridin' in a Wraith
'Cause it's a stick up
Pay me what you owe me, that and then some
It's a stick up
Never dodge the smoke 'cause we got big guns
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in muddy, muddy
you neva was my buddy
faith
These niggas be jealous, I ride wit a weapon
We sendin' that boy to the moon, outter space
Wrap me in yo arms, so I know that you ridin'
Got
steps, they get done in over dumb shit thoughts left on the steps, damn
Hook
Talk to me, walk wit me, city by my side got the whole north wit me,
situation
But I guess you wanna be dead wit a toe tag
Cause you say you in the streets wit em big bags
So you ride round the city wit that fake cash
Wit
This is a JOE LAW SONG I begged to be on
Lookin' at you
Fuckin' wit me
Talkin' yo shit
Walkin' in this bish'
Who could that be
They fuckin' wit me
yo blood flow
Situation sticky get like Ricky you smell gun smoke
Cruising down in Calabasas v6 engine 4 by 4
Did it for the music he thinking he
you put me on to somethin' new
Snuck in a gallon of lemonade from chic-fil-a
Mix it up with this a rockin' we gonna parlee
I'm lookin' for a hot girl
mix it wit the Henny
Phone call baby decline it I'm actin stingy
2 tone ap i ride in the back of bentleys
Fuck you pay me only god can forgive me
I take
you is a joke
So step in the ride
They call me the Juice
And it's the truth
It's wit all the sports
So watch bitch
Chorus
Verse 3 Sean Paul
Yeah I'm
twenty-fo' won't you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just won't mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women,
When I ride my anger subside
I'm just freeing space in my mind
I'm an optimist on his prime
Ya hand out... You gettin nada
Unless you wit the borgata
been looking gloomy
You fuck around wit them fuck arounds you fuck around you gon find out
Ride around with a hunnit pack in a duffel bag I'm gon ride
(YO), uh, (oh God), haha
Haha (feedin you, feedin you)
Yo (feedin you, feedin you)
(Fat Joe)
Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
That means I own two
ain't it?
My true niggas walk wit me, yeah
They ride wit me
Would you cook pies wit me now, ya heard?
Lord, I keep hollerin', I hope You listenin'
How
Keep that 4 5
Spray about 5
We gon ride
4 wheel drive
In the middle of the night
Visits dreams
Call me Freddy
Real nigga
Wit a couple good fellas
Joe
know I slide wit the indo
Had to pull the panties aside
I made some space in the ride so she could ride by the window
Baby work up my appetite, she put
help you sober up
Matter fact mix it wit this grey goose in my cup
I can barely stand up I'm about to throw up
If you cant roll with the big dogs go
you
Move mili
Can't play on dem Vics
Wild lit
Can't play wit dem sticks
And you get chose
Nah
Nah man can't play wit dis shit
We in da mix
Wit
2 Vics
(Sometimes)(uh ah)(uo ah)
Sometimes (ah ou)(you you you)
VERSE 1
I wanna be wit u
Wanna sleep wit u
Wanna eat wit u
Get high wit you
Ride by wit you
I’ll die for
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