Lyrics:
rugged, nigga, I'm mad fly
Used to be a dope boy, ridin' in back of the cab ride
Right around the time when Duke beat the Fab Five
All through high
Marie and Rick James
You can’t tell me nothing when I’m switching these lanes
(Cuz you know I got Soul)
Diana Ross, Marvin Gaye
Lean back in my whip, turn
glowin' in the dark when They cuttin' off the lights
I pay for her BBL, he a snitch, he Gon' tell I be ridin' in that striker Like I got my CDL
I be ridin
but no rick Ross
But I can never love no thot
I can never love no thot
Woke up this morning
Last night I was faded
Shawty calls my phone and I look
pissed off
Profits hitting kinda different when it’s risk-off
Lemon pepper all my wings like I’m Rick Ross
Black leather on my seats playin Vandross
Ay
You
saved by the bell got a house by the bayside
Yea I'm livin' like that, and I'm ridin' like that
Boy I'm ridin' like that and the stirring wheel wood
I'm late
But the show don't start until
I'm through those doors
Quick let me take a trip back to '04
I was like "Ghetto!" they was like "Who?"
But you
like rula
Shootin like a video
And we be ridin, ridin, slippin, slidin
All through the city with that
Semi right beside him ballin like Jimmy
And that
loyal just to us, yeah
Rolling up the blunt, and I'm rolling up the blunt and I never gave a fuck
Ridin' through the future, I swear I can see the future
Rick Ross, Fly like I'm wearin' a cape, I'm whippin
them potions up inside the lab just like Severus Snape
Yo bitch, She likin' my motion, She wet
tell it by the odor,
I keep that nino with the mac hid underneath the sofa,
So if you ridin' slngin' tricks I suggest a coma,
Them pussy niggas
tell it by the odor, I keep that nino with the mac hid underneath the sofa, so if you ridin slngin tricks I suggest a coma, dem pussy niggaz want me dead
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse than
the Lord convict me
(Straight hood niggas, Project Niggas, y'all better know we some ghetto ass niggas)
[Verse- Havoc]
Gun through these niggas that stay
putting them on
When I win you know we win (Win it)
Yeah, yeah, boy we on
Young Rockstar, yeah
I grew up on that Boosie
(Yeah) , set it off Rick Ross
I'm
love to hate, followin my fate better hit two a days cuz
I'm in tip top shape, the new hip hop face, with Rick Ross cape, the Boss in Salt Lake
Puffin
a boss nigga, I'm bossed out like Rick Ross, nigga
Five-fifty Benz, you know what that cost, nigga
My shit paid for, you paid a note, you ridin' a rental
he smeared off
Forty ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross
Got it jumpin' like Kriss Kross (uh), mismatchin', no jigsaw (uh-huh)
No horseplay
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse than
doubt)
Shit - in this white man's world
Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin hard on our sisters
We don't be knowin the pain we be causin'
shirt and I'm wearin' Abercrombie
I'm fuckin' her friend, I got her embarrassed
Rick Ross, I'm havin' more green than a pear
Put out your fire just like
tryin' to tell you shit i'll
Tell your mama you ain't shit"
I'm just ridin' through the city
Not really havin' no pity
For these motherfuckers
As we proceed we a long way from LBC
BUt that's what you get when you fuck with the P-I-M-P
I came through just to scoop you up, to Snoop you up
And tap
to send my love to my friend Rick Ross
Rick, I'm immensely appreciated
In giving me love and keeping my name
In your music for the past two decades
It
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