Lyrics:
Big Dre not the little one, don't play with it, okay
Brand new lashes, get it for you, you're my girl, know I spoil
Deep up in it feel your oils stay
And why I do it the ridin and smokin'
Collidin' with foes in the worst place
Y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us, in the first place
Y'all real O.G's,
feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
Mac Dre
Feelin’ myself cuz I’m from the Bay
And we got the yay
And we caught the vibe
And yes we go hard
And yes we get high
So let me know
If you want
in my eye
Aftermath motherfucker, you could love it or die
Keep Dre name out your mouth boy
Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys
my money
Like my nigga Mac dre, you don't hear my tummy
I gets my gouda, so call me Young Mula
We're ridin' the Bay Bridge in my sharp shooter cruiser
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40,
the territory
Cowards of the hour sickened by
My tower flower power
Shower and devour face the
Boom boom boom power
Tear da Club up Thugs kickin
It with the Hot
to the track we we're born Mack's
Candy paint we flip ghost ride the whip
Stunna shades on pimps
Fuck you simps
The bay
The home of Mac Dre (Mac Dre)
It's
ridin with the Mac 10
But never let that mother fucker blast
Man these niggas all cappin
You ain't never grow up in the streets
With ya momma and ya pops
After sipping too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
With the MAC, thinking its all rap
'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It
After sipping too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
With the MAC, thinking its all rap
'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It
city
I gotta rep my city, see-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's go get it
Dade County goons, open Dade County cocks ho'
Get yo'self if you don't get
a million dollas in my pants
Got some much luck that there is no chance
Hit em with the Mac Dre thizzle dance
Shooting for the moon so they call me Lance
niggas ridin' with me
Motherfucker, pull up
When it come to gangbangin', nigga I'm a specialist
6S pro club, I been with the extra shit
When I say
was rich
Ridin around in the darkest tint
Money on me n its gettin spent
She wipin me down like she cleanin the lint
I wouldnt stop smokin pack by
Hello, my name is Rice4eveR
This entire album is brought to you in part
By my ability to hit the record button
And freestyle random ass shit
Off
what you want when you ridin' with me)
(Yea, when you ridin' with me)
(By any means)
(Success is a need, success is a need, success is a need)
(Uhhh okay
that's ready to ride
To keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Hey yo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me, keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem stressed
Started off in seventh grade
Just a young nigga playin with the straps
Dre was calm cool nigga
Played with the hoes
Played with the money
Just
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
the Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they Mac down
We ridin' and west sidin' when we slide in them streets. We just rollin' and west coastin',
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him
Blast his ass
Jam get out that jam, I
Buck 89 on the boards, what up buck
Word to god, Hussein, what up nigga
Haha, life is good, a yo
It's a reality that, all the real niggas
Have
Discuss these ridin it by mac dre Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In