Lyrics:
The night is clear, the liquor is warm
The cases, in the back of the Ford
The Carolina mountainside had come to life
His pockets would be full by
She understands me
That's why she's by my side
At any minute, yeah you
Know she down to ride
I couldn't picture life
Without her by my side
Cherish
rocket into the sky
She needed space, needed to get high
Needed to see this place from another side
Ride Sally, ride ride Sally, ride that rocket
smooth not reckless
Swing it high and ride from 'Side to Texas
Give the game up since I came up
Blew my name up check out the rhythm
make them
the liquor store got up, got out and got something
That eightball, so I can do some space age pimpin'
My blood stay young off 45's Colt and chicken
Camels
Now this one here, goes out to my gentlemen. Now imma need you to answer this Question for me
Do we love these hoes?
We don't love these hoes
Check
[Intro/Chorus:]
Woo-woo, Yeah Yeah, Woo-woo, It's about that time
Woo-woo, You better pack your bags cause this cd about to ride out now
Come
on Lalli
What's taking you so long?
I need you to hit this verse
Let's ride
We ride
Come on jump in I'm parked right outside
Bridge
Yo, Bro. I'll be out in
this murder army and
Be all you can be (Ride out)
Time to ride, motherfucker, it's over!
Throw the hoodies up, jump in the black Rovеr
Throwin' fists,
been slapped by a bear and bit by an eel
I chew up railroad iron, and shit out steel!
I jumped in the ocean and swallowed a whale
Handcuff lightning
Babe, uh, yeah
Girl
You my only one though, right? Haha
You my baby
Fuck all that shit
You're the one for me
Check it out
Baby, I'm feeling
and ride on a fantastic voyage
Slide, slide, hoo ride
You better be ready when the five roll by
Just roll along (that's what you do)
Just roll along
a pretty dime for it
Steppin on dese niggas in my tom fords
All i see is dollar signs through dese tom fords
Im bout my business so im trappin rockin tom
Mr Red Sparks
Say she wanna ride with me
Say she wanna come and slide with me
Wanna catch a vibe with me
Say she trying to grind with it
Trying
pull out the knives
Like who knew you'd be down to ride
I leave stitches
For the ones who be tryna die
I say jump you say how high
I say shoot you
thank the Lord for Henry Ford and his horseless carriage machine
Some people dream of a mansion, some folk just want fame
Some people want to ride
When I was a kid I had a rockin' horse named Ranger
Out on the front porch we would ride we would ride
Little red cowboy boots, little red cowboy
He wanted drama so I brought him pain
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
Out goes your brains, feel the motherfucking terror
And you ain't
Please welcome, from Beaumont, Texas, my friend Edgar Winter
What our ride!
There's just one thing I would like to know
Is anybody out here, you
you up put the burner on you
I'm close by so we get away
Flying out for extended stays
Massage her up hanging in the shades
She my ride or die
Always
a new ride (whoa)
Shawty wanna ride shotty when I roll by (yup)
I got a new truck
Clap back shawty, get up out the way (oh yeah)
I got a new truck
loving that gangster shit
You can ride every night to this
When you're out there doing gangster shit
It's time to ride and get high to this
You know you
the sea
I brought the flowers and you brought the bees
And then we hug the sun
He brought the best out of you and me, baby
Used to ride, used to ride with
sets I've never heard of
Roll into town, and out with the big top
Four cards down, and two more still to drop
And when it does, I pack up and hit
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