paroles de chanson Ride On 4's - J Dawg & Slim Thug
Ha-ha,
H-Town
say
I
got
my
Lac
sitting
low,
like
a
Honda
Civic
Hundred
sack
of
that
dro,
got
a
G
lifted
And
the
way
I
work
the
grain,
gotta
be
gifted
Dipping,
in
and
out
of
traffic
swiftly
Tipsy,
off
drank
but
no
beers
here
I
got
a
tre,
and
a
twenty
ounce
root
beer
Muddy,
like
a
motherfucking
hog
pen
Banging
Pac
"Makaveli",
play
that
number
eight
again
Time
go
by,
puffing
on
high
I′m
feeling
too
fly,
and
that
ain't
even
high
See
I′s
a
gangsta
nigga,
I
shoot
or
shank
a
nigga
But
it's
some'ing
about
them
swangas,
that′ll
change
a
nigga
Have
you
chunking
the
deuce
up,
to
a
stranger
nigga
You
shining
harder
than
a
bitch,
he
don′t
blame
you
nigga
Who
could
blame
you
nigga,
you
doing
the
damn
thang
Staying
true
to
the
game,
you
deserve
to
swang
Behind
that
five
percent,
windows
never
go
down
Music
never
go
down,
my
nigga
say
slow
down
Keep
driving,
pass
that
dro
Tip
slow
while
you
ride
on
4's,
when
we
ride
on
4′s
Hit
your
breaks
homie,
let
the
third
light
glow
Swang
open
the
do',
let
em
smell
the
dro
Naw
we
ain′t
capping,
that
there
for
them
bitches
We
grinding
hard
as
fuck,
and
riding
on
our
riches
Shit
the
fam
good,
the
kids
good
So
why
not
grip
wood
through
the
hood
nigga,
come
on
now
Kush
got
me
gone
now,
I
don't
smoke
the
stress
I
been
blessed,
so
if
it′s
in
the
air
it's
the
best
And
if
it's
in
my
cup,
it′s
that
purple
Got
me
flipping
through
the
hood,
riding
in
a
circle
No
destination,
nigga
just
riding
Big
mothership
gliding,
motor
on
siding
That′s
what
it
is,
what
could
be
better
Send
a
couple
pictures
of
the
slab,
in
the
letters
To
my
niggaz
in
the
Penn,
I'm
a
hold
you
down
Show
the
whole
unit,
how
we
do
in
H-Town
nigga
yeah
I′m
rolling
on
4's,
with
the
windows
closed
Dro
smoke
up
out
my
nose,
letting
the
trunk
do
shows
Playafali
on
my
toes,
gotta
show
the
world
I′m
having
change
So
I
bought
a
candy
Cadillac,
up
on
them
thangs
Hurting
boys
mayn,
Thugga
gotta
represent
I
stay
lit
up,
behind
that
five
percent
tint
Stay
bent
on
the
daily,
when
I'm
in
the
hood
Shining
like
a
superstar,
when
I
grip
the
wood
Pieced
up
smelling
good,
gotta
stay
fresh
And
show
the
world
I′m
blessed,
everytime
my
voice
up
in
your
deck
Wreck
the
mic,
and
I
wreck
on
the
'vard
Every
season
some'ing
hard,
coming
out
my
garage
I
don′t
barred,
H-Town
repping
till
I′m
dead
From
the
Tre
to
the
West,
to
my
G's
off
the
′Stead
Boys
out
here
getting
bread,
and
reaching
our
goals
Behind
tint
with
the
windows
closed,
when
I
ride
on
4's
Yung
world
Here
we
ride
on
4′s
Said
we
ride
on
4's
Blowin
heavy
dro
wittha
windows
closed
H-town
ta
the
death
107
Hoova
I
swang
ta
ma
left
Trunk
on
tha
bang
Grippin
wood
grain
Purp
but
no
stains
Houston
texas
we
from
tha
hood
mane
Nawf
till
I
die
Cage
ya
on
ma
mind
Ya
baby
doin
good
Helped
ya
momma
out
tha
hood
Damn
nigga
ya
missed
Why
ya
gone
like
this
1 I Get Money
2 Speaker
3 Can't Tell Me Nuthing
4 Duffle Bag Boy
5 DJ Screw Ride Out
6 Ride On 4's
7 Goin Crazy
8 Pass Me the Weed
9 Like What I Got
10 Wow
11 Look
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