Ride Wit Me Lyrics

Say, R.I.P. to Pimp C, he was the King of The South
If you hating on that, you need to shut your fucking mouth
I'm down with Lil J til' the muthafuckin' grave
Disrespect, they gon' put your picture on the front page
I'm center stage shining in a foreign you ain't seen yet
Chrome look like water, and my caddy paint is lean wet
Don't forget the rims, them muthafuckas a clean set
You can't tell me this ain't cost ya boy a mean check
Looking like a G in here, been here and I'm gon be in here
When it's over, I'm gon be the only one you see in here
Repping PAT in here, realer than these other guys
I'm Triple OG bitch, don't let them tell you otherwise

Young nigga out here on the rides
Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me
Smoke something, hold up
Young nigga out here on the grind
Young bitch you need to get live wit me
Smoke something, hold up bitch

Put Multi on the mountaintop
Drop the label just to raise the stock
You ain't seen a trunk with tinted pop
Full of 15s that'll make it knock
With them neon lights that say, get in line or get down hoe
If it wasn't about the player money to be made, what the fuck you come around for?
This is big business, talking skyscrapers, screens rise like smoke
Vapors
Candy paint's when it's now-a-laters
Bitch, I'm on the up like an elevator if you didn't know
Shine the grill just to let it show
On them emotional mothafuckas in the game
Tucking they nuts, while I'm letting mine hang
Chromed out the rim, letting em' swang
Went from have-not to having some dames
Diamonds out the window, gripping the grain
One finger will put the sun to the rain
Ya'll niggas thought I wasn't gon' be a king like I'm sposed'
But, I learned from UGK, Multi, 4eva in A Day on these hoes

Young nigga out here on the rides
Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me
Smoke something, hold up
Young nigga out here on the grind
Young bitch you need to get live wit me
Smoke something, hold up bitch

This for all the underground, we on the surface
South and holding, remote controlling
Got the game and it ain't for purchase
Ain't no hurting when you win
Up the cut like in it, touch down on it
Clown on it, cheerlead if you wit it hoe
Old school on his tippy toes
Chop the base and shake the doors
Fade the top, then let it show
How it taste? I got to know
Icy grill, cold enough to freeze the snow
Bruce Leroy shownuff that bumping dragon
I got the glow
Got the cake, smash it in your face
I got more to make, I'm on the chase
For a bread truck to put off in my safe and let it bake
Stingy with the flakes, all the crumbs get ate off the plate
Sop it up with the lobster, shrimp, and steak
Krizzle

Young nigga out here on the rides
Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me
Smoke something, hold up
Young nigga out here on the grind
Young bitch you need to get live wit me
Smoke something, hold up bitch