Search results for 'ride sally ride by al green' Page #13

Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois is at my crib
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50
Sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax

for the ride we sayin fuck em
Green villin in yo city fuckin shit up
Hit the Mary Jane
I'm gone loose my brain
Sippin by the pint
Kicks cost about an oz

were going I just wanna fucking ride with you yeah
Red light
Green light
Gimme that fucking green light
I don't wanna hide it
Don't need to deny it
Baby

Let's Ride

Conejo

Fallen Angel

2001

to take neighborhood
that have been terrorized by members of the Harpys gang

[James Hahn]
This injunction is going to prohibit the Harpys from
operating in

helmet on now when I ride my bike
Kinda crazy for a fool that'll stop at a green light
Stop at a green light, yeah
Stop at a green light
Stop at a green

Stop Traffic

Trina

Still da Baddest [Clean]

2008

Green means go, yellow means slow
Red means stop, now drop, now roll
Girl, you got a ass stopping traffic like a red
Stopping traffic like a red

a sunroof

Okay, imma ride with my slime just like Goodra
Bitch we running wild, counting cheese counting Gouda
Swinging by the bank, had to walk out with

stand tall 
For real

Girl you know the 
Things that you do 
Hipnotize 
No  play by the rules
In my bed 
She ride like a cruise 
Mi go deep 
Like Me Jump

different from all of you guys
Shit in my lungs take me to the sky
Yes sir we ride
How you feeling When I try
Glock 17 by my side
Bitches green Don't know why

the traction
Then I start to yearn.

Such a wild sensation
Seems by design
My loco imagination
Working overtime.

A Number One is the only one
To successfully

Bangin'

Master P

Master P Presents...West Coast Bad Boyz II

1997

side you got to know 

Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about 

Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house? 

It

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

Street Life

Master P

Give It 2 'Em Raw

1998

ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my

Uh-oh
I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin'

beware the bright
red light at night
just stay on the roof
keep calm

black leather, sweet
tender line
on and on and on

ride, Sally, ride
drawn by

in lyrics

Oh that guy, let's meet, my name is cameron
I like to splatter a couple stanzas atop a canvas and
Watch my thoughts collide line by line

down Sally
Think of take that ride
Time to play 
Think of flying high
Think of keeping cool
Think of going deep inside

There is a wave to catch 
There's

drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,

ride
Fields are passin' by my window
As I cruise wherever the wind blows
Wind blows wind blows

Ayy, woah, ayy, woah ayy, ayy, ayy, brr, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fresh out the-, I ride the-, I ridy the (Brr)
(Whoa Khenny)

I rock

ride

Fields are passin' by my window
As i cruise wherever the wind blows
Wind blows wind blows

the screen

It's your life, do what you want
But remember that this ride will come to a stop
Fear or love it's your choice to make
Life is measured by

you be?

Street musician? Politician?
Spiderman? Peter Pan?
Princess Di? A Samurai?
Sally Ride? Bonnie and Clyde?