Ride (Down South)

Let's get it hype nigga Let's get it crump Yeah yeah yeah Pass me them swisher sweets let's get it crump If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump Blast ryhmes like I pump turn your belly to jelly Veteran MC I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit I run with suave always packin' something to kill with Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-see-k, known for layin' it down And doin' shit the playa way Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free shit Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free Now where them real bitches at Where them real bitches at Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on I ain't new to this Damn nice bitch that's true to this Money ain't never been a thing to me Always stack my dough, holla back (uh) Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff And no dough? I don't fuck 'em Fuck I'mma fake for? Make mine's, someone take yours Cause I'm no nigga like love be 'fore Make bitch scream like, gimme some more If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for? Waste of time It's like we playette minds don't stop, get it get it Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas They gon' pimp if you let them From NY to the dirty south And them bitches' dime tight I got my mind right And my ice got the shine right And if it don't rhyme, bitches When them lights hit the wrist You won't be sticking shit You be lickin' this All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free Now where them real bitches at Where them real bitches at Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby Ice cold, stories so high I built the whole village twice So tight fold crease right on the President's nose Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney and Buckstrum Touch toed, hoes take the center fold pose Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those Pros, slam those Game tied tight like bows, we never close Three-sixty-five, twenty-four Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold Bust a load, the killer ass scorin' it, gettin' blowed Keep it froze, took up with a tougher wild bow Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros We're pushin' hoes Tits get erect, lactose, pay the toll MJG is in control All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free Now where them real bitches at Where them real bitches at Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on You dis', and you know bars where you can slow down Up in the morning and the code is 'bout to go down There's no repose now, better explode round Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found Juvenile's my name, bitch I represent it to the end, the same shit niggas don't be wearin suits on theses blocks All you see is digibles and Reeboks I dealin' head to the bag, but lets grab two Willin' to bust a nigga hands if he had to You could feel him sayin' my nigga can use a hot boy Plug out, Blug eye Blug her Better get up off the blackboard Corporate at times, but your mommy a bounce boy Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy You gon' cry son, who sold you the cows, huh? He in a cell block now 'cause you too high now All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free Now where them real bitches at Where them real bitches at Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on Where the real ones at? Be-atch Oh, you know how we feel About all you 'want to be' ass ghetto super stars Want to be like 'me ass" niggas Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches I give a fuck about your intermureal status, mothafucka You ain't nobody We been doing this, been doin' this shit We go way back with this baby Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha fuckin' microphone Pimps and hoes and gettin' money Tricks and hoes and fuckin' Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit Think I'm riding all 20's and shit nigga what chu got? Brand new-assed nigga You don't know nothin' about this game Come on All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free Now where them real bitches at Where them real bitches at Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on