Nas - Come Take A Ride (Two Seater) Lyrics
[Hook x2: Nas]'Come Take a Ride' you can fit up in my two-seaterNas a thug you can catch me in my wife beaterBlowin' my drugs you know how I like the cheeba-cheebaAnd if you hatin' and I prolly don't like it either[Nas:]Fresh dressed like a million bucksThrew on my black jeans and Timberland ChucksI got some moneys in my pockets got some money to spendGot some hoochies I'ma hook up wit quarter to tenMy daughter wit me and we came from the mallDon't need no baby mama dramaKissed her on the cheek and dropped her back offI hit the car wash at half past fourSome kid was star struckI pulled off my grass and let 'em puff sourMy deuce-deuce rims shinin' happy as they can beI went to the famous Project that they call QBI saw some brothers gamblin' on the curbA shorty pulled a pistol took they paper, nigga that's my wordI turned the corner wit my burner and palmNiggaz know my name and game I'm a murderous DonSaw my peoples then extended my armPulled on the sidewalk, no time to talkIf y'all comin' come on; come on![Hook x2: Nas][Nas:]Talk like a champion, walk like a championBody like a God and I promise that Nas'll a hit you offFlow like a gangsta, brum bum bum bum bumBustin' black dummies and dustin' all y'all niggaz offI've been around a couple of times, know how things goI dealt wit 'em all on different occasionThe same things'll come in different stagesSo when them things rise up or pop upI look right past as if its weightlessMeanin' it won't intervene the thought processSo I can levitate to more important topicsLaughin' the Face of Death, flash back of car crashes20 L's Grey Goose vodka and tall glassesDippin' in the twilightWit gangsta smokin' weed in my ride lightThe same stuff is still a ***** livin' like I'm richBang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars come on[Hook x2: Nas][Nas:]Slow like I robbed Brinks truck, haters all foldCuz my .9 is aimed up, I left four seasonsMy niggaz bleedin' cause of four reasonsJealousy, hate, laziness and envy evenUp in the Benzie squeezin' a couple Henny wit my comradConversatin' on what we believe inLike honey in the way she's been cause he's spendG's a week in the make freak knees bendI told her to pimp hard, see the hoes we left in the roomThey nymphomaniacs prolly lick homegirls wombAs respect just phone 'em and leave 'em & shitThey not your wife keep your cash nigga don't even tripPass the grass accordingly, you saw policeBut when I puffed and coughedSeconds later screamin' "***** the Lord"Got CD's, TV's, guns tucked in the floorOnce again I hit the streets and y'all don't see no moreSo uh...[Hook x5: Nas]
