paroles de chanson Ride - Dirty
Umm,
yes,
yes,
yes,
y'all
Let's
ride,
let's
ride,
let's
ride
Sho
nuff
Let's
ride,
let's
ride
[Mr.
G
Stacka]
I'm
Mr.
Everyday
Chiefer
Full
of
herb
And
this
killer
ass
reefer
got
a
nigger
feeling
swozy
I'm
slowly,
creepin'
up
through
the
hood
And
I
see
my
niggas,
and
the
smoking
real
good
So
show
a
nigga
love,
what
up
kinfolk
And
while
you
at
my
nigga,
won't
you
past
the
dope
You
know
a
nigga
has
to
choke
Of
killer
both
for
me,
I
got
the
smoke
flowing
down
my
throat
So
playa
won't
you
ride
with
me
We
can
get
quizzer
in
the
front
of
my
drop
top
Caddy
With
my
heat
just
ready
to
skeet
So
playa
please
don't
drop
no
fire
on
my
feet
But
it's
all
good,
cause
it's
much
love
And
I
got
my
mind
twisted
off
kind
bud
I'm
screaming
out
Dirty
thug
Sipping
on
the
Cognac
with
the
hardest
buzz
So
tell
me
what
it
was
What
it
be
like
Mr.
G
living
up
to
this
gangster
life
And
it's
got
me
on
a
flight
higher
than
a
kite
And
my
eyes
real
low
so
I
have
no
sight
I'm
feeling
really
right
as
I
keep
flow,
through
the
sky
Way
past
cloud
number
nine
Chiefing
all
the
time,
blazing
on
an
ounce
Cause
I
just
can't
make
it
with
a
nickel
or
a
dime
Everything
looking
fine
in
the
Gump
city
Girls
walk
around
short
skirts
on
looking
pretty
You
can
tell
the
thugs
from
the
sedity
All
the
high-class
girls
always
acting
nitty
But
showing
no
pity,
in
the
land
Of
blunt
passing
Niggas
be
everlasting
Where
Mr.
G
gone
blaze
the
weed
Until
I'm
dead
and
gone
off
in
my
casket
[Chorus
1-Mr.
G]
Now
take
a
trip
in
my
'Lac
with
me
We
can
patch
in
You
can
go
half
on
a
sack
with
me
We
can
find
a
freaky
slut
to
beat
And
if
it
come
down
to
it
We
can
bust
our
heat
in
the
street
See,
it
don't
really
matter
Long
as
I'm
down
for
you
And
you
down
for
me
We
can
ride
together,
forever
Rolling
through
the
streets
of
the
G-U-M-P
[Chorus
2-Khao]
It
ain't
nothing
like
riding
the
track,
rocking
the
show
Making
the
crowd
get
hype,
letting
them
know
Is
you
ready
to
wild
out,
I'm
bout
to
flow
Got
you
peeping
the
style
out,
as
I
go
[Chorus
3-Big
Pimp]
Now
should
I
drop
the
game
on
them
hoes
Now
do
you
really
understand
How
the
pimp
game
goes
It's
all
about
money
and
hoes
Keep
us
in
it,
with
your
mind
froze
And
slamming
Cadillac
doors
[Khao]
Now
I'm
a
ride
on
the
track
Giving
you
something
that
you
can
feel
Better
buckle
up
before
you
go,
haters
hit
the
door
Cause
we
be
hitting
you
with
the
skills
Don't
give
up
before
you
flow,
I'm
a
let
you
know
That
my
adrenaline
assembling
That's
enough
to
have
a
emcee
trembling
Just
give
me
the
mic
and
them
Frank
Benjamin's
And
call
the
paramedic,
I'm
about
to
injure
men
Finish
him,
ain't
many
left
to
cope
Hearts
stopped
beating,
listen
to
this
stethoscope
So
many
emcees
getting'
left
for
broke
And
try
to
make
a
comeback,
shoulda
kept
the
joke
Khao
be
the
name,
try
dissin'
me
Your
history,
your
absence
a
mystery
Dried
your
game
up
like
an
antihistamine
Put
that
on
Big
Pimp
and
Mr.
G
This'll
be,
something
that
people
can
ride
to
Laid
back,
track
cool
like
Rallo
Hit
after
hit
we
follow
Wanted
to
nibble
and
bit
off
way
more
than
you
can
swallow
Y'all
must
be
drunk
off
the
bottle
Hating
on
us,
don't
talk,
bring
yourself
to
me
I
don't
need
nobody
helping
me
I'm
about
to
lyrically
burn
a
brother
to
the
12th
degree
What
y'all
wanna
do
now,
huh
Humiliated,
didn't
know,
Krumbsnatchaz
affiliated
With
Dirty,
came
up
and
really
made
it
All
these
cats
wanna
be
down
with
us
I
really
hate
it,
but
illustrated,
the
picture
It
takes
skills
to
grab
the
mic
And
keep
it
tight,
some
want,
simplified:
Some
had
it,
some
got
it
Some
wish
they
did,
and
some
don't
[Chorus
2]
[Chorus
1]
[Chorus
3]
[Big
Pimp]
Now
let
me
take
you
to
the
land
where
the
riders
see
Pardon
me
shorty
Let
me
introduce
you
to
my
pimp
psychology
Let
a
young
nigga
hold
if
you
down
with
a
holla
at
me
Now
follow
me,
to
my
'98
'Lac
outside
Now
is
she
ready
to
ride
Slip
cover
your
eyes,
it's
a
surprise
I'll
be
obliged
if
you
slide
where
them
Dirty
boys
hide
And
I
was
hypnotized
when
a
young
playa
saw
(um,
um)
Your
pretty
brown
eyes
And
I
apologize
if
I
came
to
hard
Trying
to
get
between
your,
sugar
brown
thighs
You
know
the
pimp
hide
And
it's
12
o'clock
tonight
I
got
late
night
lust
We
need
to,
bring
a
pen
and
pad
And
keep
count
(keep
count)
Of
the
nuts
I
bust
(I
bust)
I'm
swerving,
looking
through
my
rearview
nervous
While
your
head
steady
working
And
your
neck
steady
jerking
Up
on
your
knees
in
my
seat
And
your
lips
steady
slurping
I
don't
just
kill
a
knob
And
I
know
your
mouth
finna'
throb
And
baby
if
you
could
Shine
and
rob
with
your
tongue
Like
old
Inga
Shywood
(Shywood),
situation
all
good
I
love
the
way
you
got
straight
to
it
And
plus
I
love
the
way
you
do
it
I
wouldn't
take
nothing
from
you
Girl
you's
a
true
headhunter
Booger-lips
turner
You
must
have
got
it
from
you
mother
Now
look
up
in
the
sky,
it's
a
pimp
in
the
air
So
freaky
bitches
better
beware
I
got
your
mind,
mega
blown
With
the
game
that
I
spit
And
keep
them
freaky
bitches
horny
as
hell
[Chorus
3]
[Chorus
2]
[Chorus
1]
Ahh
Sho
nuff,
sho
nuff
In
my
'Lac
with
me
On
a
sack
with
me
Ahh
Drop
the
game
on
them
hoes
{*Fades
Out*}
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1 Dirty Niggaz
2 Cadillac Anthem
3 Young Niggaz
4 All I Do
5 Dirt I Bleed
6 Ride
7 What They Really Want
8 Pimp & Gangsta
9 Dirty Gul
10 Deep
11 Southwest
12 Twerk Sum
13 Really Real
14 Dirty Luv
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