Lyrics:
can be
Oh me, I've got those ration blues
I like to wake up in the morning with my jelly by my side
Since rationing started baby, you just take
screen
With niggas I knew since the age of sixteen
Plottin' to rob all these niggas and in this cold industry
I know all you niggas head cold ass lil
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
Uh, uh
In a Hellcat, watch me race and drift
That lil' boy a problem, don't play with him
Like to ride in traffic with the Drac' gripped
We'll
Playground (it's a playground)
Marked by the masters and bruised by the bullies in the
Playground (it's a playground)
Never stop rehearsing, rehearsing
linett at ground control and soundcastle
Bluegrass sections recorded by rob dimit at twilite sound
Brian wilson/andy paley
Wooo
Ride 'em
Ride 'em cowboy
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
lag
Oh but you gon' ride this dick like a S Class
You ride this dick like it's at Six Flags
You ride this dick like you in spin class
You ride this
Yea, yea, pussy homosexual
Gang, gang, in this muffucka turning up with this man one time
Man, Moneybag on the beat
Muhfuckin' broski, feel me?
begin.
Yakity yak don't jump back or its on
Callin up Earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court
Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin
and Hummers; lil daddy, we bout dat (VROOM, VROOM)
Whodi, ice on our mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!)
Block parties in the projects; souljas, we
the ground I'm gonna just ride on out
There'll be one less pony in this one horse town
I've been lassoed by loneliness branded by the blues
I'm gonna exit
champ by T.K.O. WHAT
Lil Kim and Black Rob, Dame espacio
Man back up off me Dame espacio
Can I get a minute to breathe?
Dame espacio that means give me
(Where?)
When she see the Don she givin' me some
The 'Rari came red like a plum (red)
The streets like the sound
I gotta ride with a drum, keep smoke in
we gon' do it, but we ain't, don't trust us
Get your ass robbed out here
By a nigga name Rob out here with no job out here
We with the bullshit,
You're the space, and I am the time
Jump in the flow
We get carried by the flow
Through a sleep I ride
Feel like a night that shines
With a memory
C'mon my captain!
Oh my captain!
Office close
The killer by my side
A big noise
I want the other chair
Check your ride
I love the scene of boss
He
hula hoop? I'ma jump on like this
See the junk in the trunk? I had to bag her right quick
Feel like magic, all together, all together by six
Oh my
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
in your mag?", 'cause what these bitches for?
I ain't with the beefin', come outside, bitch, and let it blow
Gang get to tweakin' when we ride, hop
Who of you is actually down to ride
Jump in the glide no excuse on why
Who of you is actually down to ride
Rob you
Stab you
Leaving you for dead
They
Joey, you want one?
I've been runnin' off on plugs
I need to rob another one
I've been rubbin' off on all these niggas
'cause they steal the sauce
on, ion really freestyle
But nigga in the meanwhile
I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe
'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do
'Bout
out, when we do we bust the four-five
Cause shells coming back at us while we jump in the ride
Flying, ducking, our bitches in the club clucking
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