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Foxy Brown - Ride Lyrics

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  • [intro]
  • Let's get it hype, nigga
  • Let's get it crump
  • Yeah, yeah, yeah
  • [eightball]
  • Pass me them swisher sweets, let's get it crump
  • If a nigga disrespect me i'mma prove my shit and dump
  • Blast ryhmes like i pump, turn your belly to jelly
  • Veteran mc, i don't think you rookies is ready
  • Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
  • I run with suave, always packin' something to kill with
  • Feel this *****, when i get rich i'mma still hustle
  • Go down in history, paper taller then bill russel
  • Kilo flows, i got 'em hid in the basement
  • Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
  • Eight ball, f-a-t m-a-c-k, known for layin' it down
  • And doin' shit the playa way
  • Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
  • Space-age pimpin' means i don't do free shit
  • Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
  • Yours truly, signed eightball and mjg
  • [mjg]
  • 1 - all my hard core niggas, what you want to do?
  • My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?
  • All my money making *****es if you ride with me
  • I'mma pimp 'till i die and i'mma ride for free
  • Now where them real *****es at
  • Where them real *****es at
  • Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
  • And where my buck niggas at
  • Where my buck niggas at
  • Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on
  • [foxy brown]
  • I ain't new to this
  • Damn nice ***** that's true to this
  • Money ain't never been a thing to me
  • Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)
  • Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect
  • Inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv
  • Y'all know it, shit i don't bluff
  • And no dough? i dont ***** 'em
  • ***** i'mma fake for?
  • Make mine's, i'mma take yours
  • Cuz i'm no nigga like love b'fore
  • Make ***** scream like, gimme some more
  • If a nigga broke, what'd you ***** him for?
  • Waste of time
  • It's like we playette minds
  • Dont stop, get it get it
  • *****es, take it from a real mother*****in' pro
  • Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas
  • They gon' pimp if you let them
  • From ny to the dirty south
  • And them *****es' dime tight
  • I got my mind right
  • And my ice got the shine right
  • And if it don't blind *****es
  • When them lights hit the wrist?
  • You won't be sticking shit
  • You be lickin' this
  • Repeat 1
  • [mjg]
  • I'm the pimp mother*****er, baby
  • Ice cold, stories so high
  • I pimp the whole village twice
  • So tight fold crease right on the president's nose
  • Pimp clothes, drinkin straight henney'and buckstrum
  • Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose
  • Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those
  • Pros, slam those
  • Game tied tight like bows, we never close
  • Three-sixty-five, twenty-four
  • Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold
  • Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed
  • Keep it froze, tucked up in a tupperware bowl
  • Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
  • Forever flows, i take it down as deep as it can go
  • Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros
  • We're pushin' hoes
  • Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll
  • Mjg is in control
  • Repeat 1
  • [juvenile]
  • Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
  • Up in the morning in the court, it's 'bout to go down
  • There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
  • Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found
  • Juvenile's my name, *****
  • I represent it to the end, the same shit
  • Niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks
  • All you see is your boys and reeboks
  • A thin hat to the back with a strap too
  • Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to
  • If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy
  • Blocka, blocka, blocka
  • Better get up off the block, boy
  • Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy
  • Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy
  • You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha
  • You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha
  • Repeat 1
  • [mjg]
  • Where the real ones at? be-atch...
  • Oh, you know how we feel
  • About all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars
  • Wanna be like 'me ass" niggas
  • Tryin' to be like foxy brown *****es
  • I give a ***** about your intermureal status, motha *****a
  • You ain't nobody
  • We been doing this, been doin' this shit
  • We go way back with this baby
  • Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha *****in' microphone
  • Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
  • Tricks and hoes and *****in'
  • Mutha *****in' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit
  • Nigga riding on 20's and shit
  • Nigga what chu got?
  • Brand new-assed nigga
  • You don't know nothin' about this game
  • Come on
  • Repeat 1 until fade

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