Ridin, Ridin, Ridin, Ridin I'm Ridin You Ridin We Ridin Ridin, Ridin We shoutin You shoutin Ridin, Ridin, Ridin, Ridin I'm Ridin You Ridin We Ridin Ridin
In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas ain
the streetz cause ain't no peace for me in jail Getten world-wide exposure With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin as my souljaz I just release
'm ridin wit bash I already I pull up on pirelli drippin candy paint n jelly I stop, at *chimmy chan's* an throw sumthing in my belly Its paul wall
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chill, sat and talk to the first light And for the first time I didn't fuck on the first night And it was aight, shorty was a thorobred Like "Belly",
dishes, rubbin' floors Doin' chores for a nigga Open doors for a nigga Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a nigga At the motelly, got you on your belly
, sat and talk to the first light And for the first time, I didn't f*** on the first night And it was aight, shorty was a thoroughbred Like Belly, we
been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck Jay-Z" (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son", across the belly
Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47 Bustin' niggas in the belly Give them muthafuckas more than
every time they pull me over, it's like I'm back on trial They tryin' to catch a thug dirty while I'm ridin' You see a nigga fully rehabilitated Back
be I'm so HD and you just so ain't me Album coming soon just like o-k-c money music to my ears DO-RE-MI (Haha) Ridin with no rims I call it t-shirt with
I like to watch your body move when you're ridin' on top On top, on top, on top, eh I like to watch your body move when you're ridin' on top On top, on
some room Dogg House, you know Short Dog peep game, come on I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets No beer-belly fool, we get
with this, baby Talkin' about this real shit on the muthafuckin' microphone Pimps and hoes and gettin' money Tricks and hoes and fuckin' Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit Nigga ridin
Beard!" And Polly don't want a cracka' I'm gonna make you back up With the wind in the sail Destination on to the temple Where the boom lies in the ?bin full? Outlaws ridin
to get her cigerette lit I told her, "I be buyin liqour like it Shh.." She told me I'm a player motherfuu.. Forget about it, she know the scam And now she belly