Lyrics:
(wire)
Want you by side hopin' that you want it too (too)
Show you how to ride do it like we 22 (2)
So go on and relax, let me take you higher (higher)
Yes
on every part, right down to her fingertips
With enough room in the back for pistols with hollow tips
She knows how to be cool and move when the time's right
people you dealin' with another level
[Chorus]
[Timbaland:]
Ride it bitch
Ride it
Ride it bitch
Say what?
Yo babe, come here
Now let me get
use to serve em in the back of the Krystals (Krystals)
Now its double G all on my slippers (my slippers)
Had a real fat stash two pistols (two pistols
Look at this little nigga man...
Hey T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shorty what's happenin'?
Hey man can you give me a ride home man?
Man it's
you say you wanna do
(What you wanna, what you wanna)
Let aura shine here and go vibe with you
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
I wanna ride with you
No distance
as long as you right by my side
Yeah we always gone get through this together we gon ride
We gon ride we gon ride
We gon ride we gon ride
We gon ride we gon
These wicked stars
It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (uh-oh)
Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow)
Oooooh ride with me
Chorus-Guapman
Gotti let’s ride the beat
Shottie I ride with heat
No not in the coupe
But he gone ride for me
Ice up on my neck now I feel frozen
'round with me at twelve, by three he was found
Two, two, three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah, that's
act lame
See ain't a damn thing changed
You know I ride the neighborhood slow
Floss on you and let the wind blow
True indeed I'm havin' a ball
Pick
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
nasty me hustled right
Up into rehab
They let me out, teenagers gotta get paid
Bought my first pistol
Killed me first man the same day
Was born to die
ruthless
She says I'm two faced but she told me put in two fists
Pussy dead on arrival and I'm not missing
Shoot it like a rifle or a Sex Pistol, Sid Vicious
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
a nigga just can't fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
Now test me,
Never ever let a nigga
blunts for me to get high
Feel a bump when I ride by (I'm so hood)
I got 'em hatin' talking like plies
Niggas keep dropping like flies
Snitching ain't
and came back
Like number forty five
But now i'm on the rise
Ignoring all the lies
Let's keep this short and sweet
It's bout a quarter nine
I'm headed ot
nigga
Let's get it crackin'
Imagine riding through the hood, nigga, switches on the Phantom
Squares talking crazy 'cause them niggas don't understand
Hook
1. Let's ride, ride tonight, We gon take a ride tonight
2. Let's ride tonight, we gon ride tonight
3. We gon ride tonight, (Aye Aye) C'mon
know them?
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Who is these niggas, I don't know them?
This nigga looking at me like he want some
(Let's get it)
Pistol
You know what the fuck going on, man
You better strap in your set or it's gon' be a rough ride
It's the king, bitch
Just Blaze
No introduction
Jack your shit, take your car for a test drive (Ah shit)
Gangbanin' out the window hollering let's ride
Gotta keep a tec by the bedside
These niggas
another day, it's time to ride
Coasting, smoking, hand up on that pistol grip
Loafing but focused, spin the block and let it rip
Coasting, smoking, hand up
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