Lyrics:
the boys in blue and white you better pack up
Cuz when we hit the field it's game time and we sack up
This that Marriotts Ridge Anthem
And I play it all
At the Goosepecker Ridge Country Club
Goosepecker Ridge Goosepecker Ridge
We ain't had this much fun since we were kids
Goosepecker Ridge Goosepecker Ridge
We ain't
you would
You ain't welcome to my hood, we still grip the wood
From Herschelwood to Cloverland, to Blue Ridge
We got it locked nigga, you can ask
(Middle of the bridge)
(Middle of the bridge)
(Broken down, broken down ridge)
(Don't know how to block-hit)
(No way we're getting rich)
This game is
our voices heard not
The contours were ours, we were the wrought
The blue ridge welcomes me home
They wait patiently, they don't stand alone
The blue
When I hit the club
Tsunami
Kick my feet up
Ooh nani nani
Blue whip
Tsunami
Packed beach
Tsunami
We back bitch
Tsunami
In the black Benz
We riding riding
I'm gon' ride in the beam
Blue check they gon' holler at me
On your screen got a model with me
Up in the club with a bottle with me
Now all the girl
Nigga I was tired of stuggling
No more days of riding buckets, doe doe blaze and I done puffed it
Lowrider blue and chrome, two phones I done done it
Blue eyes brighter than the night sky
She a little princess found her in the club light
Blood bond while we riding through the sun shine
Blood bond
Wavy wavy, Bitch you cant play me
Riding in the club, Blue strips no Pennies
Daily daily, Bitch I get it daily
Pour another deuce in my cup, Cuz I'm
the violence
don't try this kids, no one's tried this before i did
i about to teach tolerance open your eyelids
in the club its crowded, i'm about to puke my
Lala throwing bands in the club
Zaza got it all hit me up
Made it now I'm driving in a Bentley truck
Made it now I'm riding in a Bentley truck
Lala
the beam
Blue check they gon' holler at me
On your screen got a model with me
Flash the check in the club
Now now’da haters cella me
Corona can’t stop me
Forget what them boys is talking bout, I'm true-I'm true
You riding swangs you gripping grain, I do-I do
You candy red you candy blue, you popping
Boys Club member since 1993
R.I.P. to Papa P, it's still East to Kiest
And you can't say my hood without mentioning me
I'm a giant in this streets my
I think I'm OD'ing on drugs
Nigga I started a fight inside a club
Never switched on my brew I'm not a duck
I got a foreign car outside, sittin'
Verse:
HEAR THAT DIXIE THUNDER ROARING THROUGH THOSE BLUE RIDGE HILLS
HAULIN' THAT WHITE LIGHTNING FROM A NEIGHBOR'S MOONSHINE STILL
CAROLINA
Me and Fredi Bout to fuck it up and bust yo head
Riding around in the city
No I'm not showing no pitty
Cruising around
Top down
And she showing
tight
Blue eyes under blue lights
Club nights
And when we lock eyes
I know I recognize this feeling
There's a glowstick on my wrist
Honeymoon bliss
the air you are breathing
I'll be part of the curlew's cry and the soaring hawk,
The blue milkwort and the sundew hung with diamonds
I'll be riding
And when I'm up in the club
It gets me riding the wave
The passion melting my mind
Like wow I'm all up in space
I can't stop, I feel the rhythm
Shaking tail
Forget what them boys is talking bout
I'm true so so true
You riding swangs you gripping grain
I do I do
You candy red you candy blue
You popping
of it all
Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was pulling into Baker on a New
girl was the cause of it all
Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was
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