Lyrics:
(M1OnTheBeat)
Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
You ain't had a shotgun ridin' shotgun
You trap but you're broke, why do you shot grub?
Jail call from my jail
I'm not fittin' this bitch,
I'm ridin' around and I'm grittin' it,
To the people the people that want the evil I'm givin you, that and a couple others
dancer)
You can by my private dancer (You can by my private dancer)
(Now) you, you can by my, you can be my private
Used to, pressure, ridin', Mrs.
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)
Ridin' on the City of New
we all die
Tell me, who do we call to report crime
If 9-1-1 doin' a driveby?
It's certain things I can't abide by
I ain't bein' extreme, this is my
a ho when it's time to make some mo'
I keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock
Ridin' down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass cops
And spittin'
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by
the dough
Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'
I keep my finger on the trigger of my glock
Ridin' down the block lickin' shots at the punk-a**
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)
Ridin' on the City of New
like yeah we want all the smoke
We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score
Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no
mouth
Said it ain't gon' be easy
But I need to stop thinkin', contemplatin'
Be a man and get it over with (over with)
I'm ridin' in my whip racin'
at a full moon
I'm howlin' at a full moon
On my own
I get excited myself I be so proud of myself
I like to drive by myself I like to ride by myself
I got
try you
And the bitches can't deny you
That's the main reason why I
I don't play by no rules (play by no rules)
I done paid all my dues (paid all
nigga, I get it, yeah, I'm on the way
Tip of the Texas, yeah, there's no delay
Told him I need that piece by Johnny Dang
Down in the valley, you know we
Yeah, S.O.B. the gang
Savage Summer, Solo
Nice and godly to the hell it was
Solo ridin' shotty look like Elmer Fudd
Simpson when I'm spittin' you can
a five, send his ass to Mott's
Quez by the mail, told Searge' to get 'em out
Quez wanna chill, I come and get you know
Tez with whatever, bitch, just
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
chain on
I don't care what they say
I put that ring on
Check out how these chicks be matchin' outfits made by VLONE
This ain't no cheap love, these
See how safe I keep her right by my side
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
can tell she with me right?
Say man, just ask her
You can catch me man,
Ridin' with the top down in my red L430 man
She sittin' right there by my
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Ridin' off in the sunset, blue eyes under my Stetson
A little lady on the front porch wishin' my heart would start
never hear 'em like a fuckin' instrumental
If you got a problem we can solve it nigga plain and simple
Ridin' by the ops, same shit, different rental
slicing pie
You said you ridin you ain't ridin thats cause humans lie
So it don't even effect me
I'm gonn make you respect me
Same people want a favor used
You gotta love real
You gotta love real and you gotta be real with yourself
Im in a drop top car and I'm ridin down the road by myself
And it don't
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