J-Dawg - Ride On 4's Lyrics
(feat. Slim Thug)[talking:]Ha-ha, H-Town say[J-Dawg:]I got my Lac sitting low, like a Honda CivicHundred sack of that dro, got a G liftedAnd the way I work the grain, gotta be giftedDipping, in and out of traffic swiftlyTipsy, off drank but no beers hereI got a tre, and a twenty ounce root beerMuddy, like a motherf**king hog penBanging Pac "Makaveli", play that number eight againTime go by, puffing on highI'm feeling too fly, and that ain't even highSee I's a gangsta nigga, I shoot or shank a niggaBut it's some'ing about them swangas, that'll change a niggaHave you chunking the deuce up, to a stranger niggaYou shining harder than a *****, he don't blame you niggaWho could blame you nigga, you doing the damn thangStaying true to the game, you deserve to swang[Hook:]Behind that five percent, windows never go downMusic never go down, my nigga say slow downKeep driving, pass that droTip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's[J-Dawg:]Hit your breaks homie, let the third light glowSwang open the do', let em smell the droNaw we ain't capping, that there for them *****esWe grinding hard as f**k, and riding on our richesShit the fam good, the kids goodSo why not grip wood through the hood nigga, come on nowKush got me gone now, I don't smoke the stressI been blessed, so if it's in the air it's the bestAnd if it's in my cup, it's that purpleGot me flipping through the hood, riding in a circleNo destination, nigga just ridingBig mothership gliding, motor on sidingThat's what it is, what could be betterSend a couple pictures of the slab, in the lettersTo my niggaz in the Penn, I'ma hold you downShow the whole unit, how we do in H-Town nigga yeah[Hook x2][Slim Thug:]I'm rolling on 4's, with the windows closedDro smoke up out my nose, letting the trunk do showsPlayafali on my toes, gotta show the world I'm having changeSo I bought a candy Cadillac, up on them thangsHurting boys mayn, Thugga gotta representI stay lit up, behind that five percent tintStay bent on the daily, when I'm in the hoodShining like a superstar, when I grip the woodPieced up smelling good, gotta stay freshAnd show the world I'm blessed, everytime my voice up in your deckWreck the mic, and I wreck on the 'vardEvery season some'ing hard, coming out my garageI don't barred, H-Town repping till I'm deadFrom the Tre to the West, to my G's off the 'SteadBoys out here getting bread, and reaching our goalsBehind tint with the windows closed, when I ride on 4's[Hook x2]
