Let's Ride

Ah, crank them Chevy's (Yeah)
Uh, Cadillac DeVille's (22's)
Big body Caprice's (24's)
26 Tires (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I tell 'em let's ride
Everybody fall in a single file line
Everybody same lane, nobody on the side
Heavy Chevy Cadillacs, 24-inch tires
Friday morning all the way to Sunday night
Let's ride
Everybody fall in a single file line
Everybody same lane, nobody on the side
Heavy Chevy Cadillacs, 24-inch tires
Friday morning all the way to Sunday night

Let's ride

I wake up Friday morning right before
I wash my O, that's the other rap

Same 24's, I just set 'em on another lap
Drop-top Lac DeVille skatin' down the Boulevard

Big Boi, 7.2's, so you know it's pullin' hard
Hit 5 Beauty, see a bottle out that washin' car
Thirty dollar, twenty minutes, he'll have you shinin' hard
Fat down light bulb, already 3D ride
Him and Wal been the niggas sprayin' cars since 50 died
Pull out on Gaston Ave, just got a call from bruh
Talkin' 'bout this cold-ass track, he wanna rock with us
Ridin' through the Crest, finna double back through Smiley Court

See my niggas S.E.T. ballers out that fine dope
Hit the north side where them niggas small time be
Shit, we ain't hatin', crank your ride, get behind me
If you see me ridin', look behind, you'll probably find G
On any given Sunday, catch a hundred niggas ridin' deep

Let's ride
Everybody fall in a single file line
Everybody same lane, nobody on the side
Heavy Chevy Cadillacs, 24-inch tires
Friday morning all the way to Sunday night

Let's ride
Everybody fall in a single file line
Everybody same lane, nobody on the side
Heavy Chevy Cadillacs, 24-inch tires
Friday morning all the way to Sunday night

Let's ride

I put 24-inch Geo Honeys on the chrome
Drop frame, wood grain, guts really blown
At the age of 16, and already ridin' chrome
Plus the neighbors feel a breeze when I pull up at my home
My squeeze chop custom lead nonstop so long

15'S whippin' truck damn near gone
Them young bustas see I'm stuntin' at an early age
So I advise y'all to quit them weak Chevy's to raise
Blades on Escalades, Hummers on 28's

"Where you get them now from?" These are custom made
Paint is candy spray, flows is never made
Interior grade A, so Keke, he must've sprayed
The way that paint done is laid, your face'll turn night to day
My Impala is custom made, push a button, my roof fly away
See, this is how we stuntin' down here in Alabama
Comin' with more flavors than domes at Tropicana
So, nigga

Let's ride
Everybody fall in a single file line
Everybody same lane, nobody on the side
Heavy Chevy Cadillacs, 24-inch tires
Friday morning all the way to Sunday night

Let's ride
Everybody fall in a single file line
Everybody same lane, nobody on the side
Heavy Chevy Cadillacs, 24-inch tires
Friday morning all the way to Sunday night

Let's ride

I pull up in a '67 Bel Air
Candy paint drippin' wet, makin' all the hoes stare
I'm ridin' clean, so you know I gotta ride square
All black Millennium, 45 on my lap

I'm in the hood where them niggas pull out pipes
Big rims, rally stripes, got the Chevy sittin' right
I'm at the light and my rims still spinnin' hard

Ask me how I know, 'cause they reflectin' off the other cars
Ten minutes later and I'm pullin' up in Bun yard
Him, Rel, and Fatback chiefin' in the front parlor
Lil' Mario in the kitchen sippin' on that lean
Every month, he get a new prescription of promethazine
Jump off in this Chevy, we gon' ride and try to make a scene
Twenty cars behind me all shinin' with a pretty bling
Doin' 'bout twenty, ridin' slow for everyone to see

Double back again and do the same thing every week

Let's ride
Everybody fall in a single file line
Everybody same lane, nobody on the side
Heavy Chevy Cadillacs, 24-inch tires
Friday morning all the way to Sunday night

Let's ride
Everybody fall in a single file line
Everybody same lane, nobody on the side
Heavy Chevy Cadillacs, 24-inch tires
Friday morning all the way to Sunday night

Let's ride