Lyrics:
Sweetheart, I was trapped in transit
My lost ride
When your wild eye wandered here lady
Go out by the sweetheart tree
But don't let go
It's how
Big Willie style with a chauffeur, you know what I mean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines (uh)
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard
slipping I'm fully strapped
I grab my gat out the glove
Do these fools got a problem with me?
Or do they got love?
And when the light turns green, I
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
tolerate no ho shit, don't give a damn where you from, nigga, go back
I can still remember buyin' that cutlass
Bumpin' Al Green, Bobby Womack
And when it
hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the '4 hit the juice on my ride
I got front back
distracted by how fly I am
Got another plane ride at 5 in the am
I just do the shit, I don't gotta try cause I can
Did it all on a whim, but it look like
The car parked by it'self
I took my hand off the wheel
I don't want to smoke if it ain't the dope
That ain't no tooka if it ain't a choke
I don't ride
hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on
My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
with ana'
We ride Phantom, holler, "Shawty" for grammar
Yep, now I be on TV, BET our channel
Hood nigga from Bankhead, I stay by Grandma Nana
I lay
So the shorties with nigga half
Thye get out the brown and
Run a little math and count that paper
Balls so hard they bounce back later
Have green
peeping out the few coming outta the back do'
Hang, on the darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I, die, by all ah my, unremorsefullest times
ride
You know I love the southern stuff baby
Fish and chicken with the hot fries
And we a perfect match, I'm the ham and you the good collard greens
For the day
Guinevere had golden hair
Like yours, mi'lady, like yours
Streaming out when we'd ride
Through the warm wind down by the bay
on a
Higher plain like Al Green
Now I mean, ay ay, they hear when I talk
Got that white girl and that
Green lady like Fairmount park
And this nigga think he G
I
The hue is green hue is green
The hue is green hue is green
The hue is green hue is green
The hue is green
Bish I shiest yeah
The darkness ride
You make me want a test drive
You make me want a test drive
You make me want a test drive
You make me want a test drive
I hop up in my ride
Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya
hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the '4 hit the juice on my ride
I got front back
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
Back in 1870
Just beneath the Great White Way
Alfred Beach worked secretly
Risking all to ride a dream
His wind machine
His wind machine
New
Up A Distant Storm
I Embrace All My Sorrow Deep Within
Like The Waves Roll Across The Ocean Shore
Uuji Where We First Met
In A Forest Green And Gold
LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga
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