Текст песни Something To Ride To - Too $hort , Ant Banks , Poohman

Ahhhhhh shit, now let me warm it up
I got the gin and juice and Ima pouring my cup
To get smooth in the mood that I'm in
So let's start riding til this motherfucker ends
And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging
Spitting some game and trying to throw that thing
On any young nigga with some ends
A mobile phone and a drop-top Benz
Take it from me, see, cause I know what it's about
Kick a big fat dick in a bitch's mouth
And keep riding, high siding, but don't front
Nigga, serve that shit, don't be no punk
And while the niggas keep jocking, I be scoping
All the fine ass freaks of Oakland
That's where I reside, and where I always will be
The city of killers, dope dealers and still we
Chill like players, and act like pimps
Mack all hoes and slap all simps
The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew
I just hang with the gang like it's the thing to do
Now motherfuckers can't face the facts that I'm doing this
Rapping and producing and they can't even ruin this
See everybody knows the Banksta, the big dick gangsta
Who's fucking with dank and clocking the bank
And I'm a get mine in the 9-0s
I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes
I'm pulling up right beside you
Bumping this funky ass shit to ride to

Now here's some shit for you to ride to, punk
Fifteen's slamming hard in my goddamn trunk
From 10th Ave, to 105th
Young players ride the Foothill Strip
They ride Chevys, Cougars, Blazers, 'Vettes
560 Benzos with Ferrari kits
They love fine ass bitches, Rolex watch
Top let down on the coke white drop
I love my high school cuties, muscle bound booties
Pools a hoes, so you know I had to do my duties
I got to have it like a rabbit, fuck her like a champ
I tell you, nigga, I'm a pro with these high school tramps
They say young minds, make good times
See, I'm a player so let me give an 0-9
Alicia, Tina, Marie, and Evette
She wanna ride, punk bitch, you can ride my dick
Now Shawnetta, Shonda, an Rida too
Now here's a shot to the whole slug crew
Talk bad, punk bitch, but it's always Pooh
Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on this shit to ride to

Push in my deck, put in the key and start the engine
Cause I ain't joking, tired of smoking donuts while I'm spinning
A tight high performance engine with the duals and cams
Fuck a spare tire in my trunk, it's boom, that slams
Cause I'm a young brother like to burn rubber
Yo, get in and out of lanes
I pump that ride in your bumper so ya change
Then I take a pit stop, exterior interior whipped up
They wax me, then they buff me, niggas don't love me now I'm tip-top
Now I'm coming fresh from the detail shop
Going to the Lee-Nail spots, looking for the female cop
I feel the bass and woofer kick my chest like a heartbeat
Went to the curb, when I saw the ass of a dark freak
So I pulled up slamming Short Dog
I said "Hey!" she said, (snort), I said, "Damn, a fucking warthog!"
So I smashed out doing 90
Covered her ass up with the smoke I left behind me
The medley steadily flowed in my ears like oxygen
Too $hort, the Pooh, and the Banks, got the hoes on our jocks again
Fucking with the hooties, with booties, and big titties
That's potent, but all I got is cheese for a rodent
Got a ticket doing 60 in a school crossing
Picking up my young cock for some cool tossing
Defamation of character, racially slandering
But all I'm ever guilty of is pimping and pandering
So please let me go, officer
Because I could be at home in my bed tossing her
I make like Al, tune, crank the volume, and dash
Hit the freeway, cause I can't play when I got some ass
Respect a player and an OG that's what they told me
Mhisani, nickname Goldy, spitting shit to ride to

Now I come from the motherfucking eastside
So shut the fuck up, bitch, and just ride
I'm Short Dog, hoe, you can't front me
Since my very first album, I was funky
Bitches start seeing them dollar signs
Even though I wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime
It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp
Bitch, you couldn't get 50 cents
I take a gap from your ass and then I owe you the rest
I know the game, hoe, and I'm a vet
Playing broads ain't based on love
You want my money, I wanna fuck
And after we do all that, I talk about you in my next rap
Bitch! Kiss my pimping ass
Cause all the time I didn't have this cash
Wouldn't call, wouldn't give me your number
I couldn't see you like Stevie Wonder
I made a hit record, now I got money
You wanna play Short Dog for a dummy
But I come from the motherfucking eastside
You suck my dick, so I let the fake bitch ride
Dangerous Music is on the mic
And like Banks always say, "This shit is tight!"

Now that's some shit I ride
Pop that in the K-5 and go, but
I got my partner Ant Banks sitting on something real fat
I got my partner Short, sitting on the hood of a Cadillac
I got eveybody rolling
I got Kool-Aid, he ain't spilling, and he ain't tripping
I got Ol' T B with his big 'ol fat ass, I got everybody
I got Mhis, but he ain't got no skin on his dick
Cause he fuck too much
I got uh, I got Ol' Dirty Arm, but that my partner, though
Cause he's super clean, super side, super everything
I got Footy and Jerry, he trying to dread,
But that ain't what's happening
I got uh— shit, who else I got,
I got, I got Face, Pooh, that's my partner
He'll look through abroad, his face so big
I got uh, I got Pow Pow, he looking like Linus, he kind of filthy
But that's my partner, though, I ain't going to talk bad
I ain't going to talk bad
No, I ain't going to rank out
Oh, Kitty Wing? That's my partner, Peppermint Patty,
I ain't going to talk about him
(That's my partner)
I ain't going to talk about Huh,
Cause he might beat me up send the block out on me
I don't want the block to through on me
Oh, Too Clean? (barking) Hahaha
Motherfucker!
Uh, we got uh, we got Hist Dancers (What about Chris Hicks, man?)
Chris Hicks? That's my, that's my Steven Seagal, he living lavish
Who else we got?
Who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on?
(Did you get the Tin Man?)
The Tin Man Moe? (Hahaha)
That's Pah, the Prince of Darkness, that's my dark partner
My counter, that's my darkside
Who else we got, who else we got?
(I don't know who we missing, man
Ant can't be ranking all of us, talking about, uh, uhh)
We got Foothill, oh, I didn't get Clim, his teeth glow in the dark