paroles de chanson Let's Ride - Canibus
Yo,
yo
If
you
just
listen
to
my
lyrics
every
day
for
a
couple
of
weeks
My
techniques
will
eventually
kill
you
just
like
red
meat
The
Bhagavad
Gita
beliefs
I
speak
be
so
deep
Most
critics
get
mad
because
there's
nothing
to
critique
Whenever
I'm
rapping
or
rhyming
with
irrefutably
remarkable
timing
I'm
like,
Charlie
Chaplin
pantomiming
If
you
John
Blaze,
or
you
James
Flames
Or
you
Jack
Cremation,
I'm
Germaine
Propane
(Germaine
Propane)
No
pain
no
gain
in
this
rap
game
For
the
fortune
and
fame
in
order
to
remain
Most
real
MC's,
learn
to
adapt
to
the
change
Or
get
washed
away
like
tears
in
the
rain,
in
the
rain
y'all
Wyclef,
Product,
Pras
(Clef)Just
ride,
just
ride,
ah
just
ride
everybody
just
ride
Just
ride,
just
ride,
ah
just
ride
everybody
just
ride
(Pro)When
you
in
the
streets
and
you're
driving
in
your
V
If
you
can
see
what
I
see,
you're
prepared
for
the
jackers
(Can)Old
school,
old
school
(Pras)Everybody
got
to
pack
a
mac
now
(Canibus)
Yo,
if
you
wanna
know,
how
I
kick
a
flow
When
I
rip
a
show,
with
my
lyric-al,
I'ma
let
you
know
It's
difficult,
cause
I'm
a
part
spiritual,
part
para-physical
miracle
And
I'ma
blackout
in
a
minute
too
Spitting
like
Bone-Thugs
like
"Nigga-what?
I'm-fin-to-get-a-gun
and
stick-em-up"
Then
crush
a
Thug's
Bones
with
a
chrome
slug
The
black
Cyrano
de
Bergerac
of
rap
With
the
ghetto
Anglo-Sax'
poetic
syntax
In
fact,
nigga
don't
even
give
me
dap
when
I
see
you
Just
don't
give
me
no
ice
grill
eye
contact
either
When
you
see
me,
whyling
like
Beenie
on
the
speakers
"Zim
zimma
--
who
got
the
fire
for
my
reefa?"
Product,
Pras,
Wyclef
(Pro)You
came
home
from
a
bid
a
nigga
was
in
your
crib
And
the
whole
time
you
thought
your
girl
was
celebate
(Can)Old
school
old
school
(Pras)You
locked
up
and
she
need
some
di-ick
(Clef)Just
ride,
just
ride,
ah
just
ride
e'rybody
just
ride
Just
ride
in
the
hood,
just
ride,
all
my
. uh,
ah
just
ride
(Canibus)
Yo
physically
I
move
at
a
velocity
that'll
break
your
stopwatch
if
you
clocking
Me
My
concrete
jungle
is
like
'Jumanji'
Iller
than
what
you
seen
in
the
cinema
A
five
foot
eight,
nigga
with
more
horsepower
than
twelve
cylinders
My
brain
consists
of
twin
Pentium
chips
Double
the
clock
speeds
of
a
586
And
nothing
about
my
physical
matrix
is
BASIC
I
kick
flavour
beyond
what
your
tongue
is
capable
of
tasting
You'll
be
so
surprised
you
won't
believe
your
own
eyes
It's
like
a
Jamaican
seeing
the
snow
for
the
first
time
Rhymes
of
a
sort,
that
distort
space
and
time
It's
like
explaining
colour
to
a
man
that
was
born
blind
Product
(Pro)Crimes
on
the
street,
come
from
a
lack
of
eatin
It's
not
my
cup
of
tea,
but
I'll
give
them
the
BEST
Motherfuckin
BEST
And
if
you
still
out
here
I
kick
yo'
ass
tomorrow
(Can)Old
school,
old
school
(c'mon!)
(Pro)And
if
you
still
out
here,
I
kick
yo'
ass
tomorrow
(Can)Old
school,
old
school
(c'mon
y'all)
(Pro)Frontin
like
you
buyin
food
but
you
buyin
crack
bottles
(Wyclef)
Ah
just
ride,
ah
just
ride
Everybody
in
the
East
just
ride
Ah
just
ride,
ah
just
ride
Everybody
in
the
West
just
ride
East
to
the
west
to
the
north
Ah
to
the
South,
down
South
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Ah
just
ride
![Canibus - Can-i-bus](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/w/5/1/k/s_ko7bk15w.jpg)
1 Intro
2 Patriots
3 Get Retarded
4 Niggonometry
5 Second Round K.O.
6 What's Going On
7 I Honor U
8 Hype-Nitis
9 How We Roll
10 Channel Zero
11 Let's Ride
12 Buckingham Palace
13 Rip Rock
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