In da Wind - Ride Out Mix

Come on, come on, and get down
Come on, come on, and get down
Come on, come on, and get down
Come on, come on, and get down

Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Fuck, slip, and slide and we at it again
T Double D, and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, put that 'dro in the wind
Put that 'dro in the wind

I'm a old sneaky, old freaky, old geechie ass nigga
Collard green neckbone eating ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
No Florida Georgia South Cackalacky
Roll up and eat Spam a sandwich
Or sugar water egg mayonaise sandwich
Share the room with 'bout four more brothers
With one home phone and no more covers
A lil' bad motherfucker

Always wrong and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me
But make it so bad perhaps they'll more like me
If you rolled up the way I did
You gots to understand Trick love the kids
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Trick love the kids

Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Fuck, slip, and slide and we at it again
T Double D, and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, put that 'dro in the wind
Put that 'dro in the wind

Copped me a seven trey Chevy, put dubs on that bitch
Jelly apple green niggas lovin' this shit
And when I admit it I act a fool
You don't like how I'm livin' bitch fuck you
That's right I'm a rude ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool ass nigga
Where it at, 'bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can't fuck plus the boy gets live
Ain't no legs, wings, and sho' die
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides

I'm hardcore, workin' Sean John velour to the floor
Cee-Lo the endure with the loaded four four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore you fuck with mine
Disrespect, I'll disconnect your line
Better sit squat, when shit hot, you get shot
The fire, the fury, you fuck with it, not
The style and the grace, stay out my space and my face
'Fore me and my ace'll lay down the whole place
Recognize, vicious and verbalize
Surprise, fuckin' with me won't end wise, nigga

Old school shows, hoes, golds
Big ol' bank rolls is all a nigga knows
Throw your arrows, I'm slicker than I'm supposed
Hoes and clothes, 'til my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggas don't want it like that
Go off and get your gat, silence your chit chat
Blast, I pass out last, foul pass

No sticky talk Ricky to the click, like trash
No thriller or guerilla flow from old Skilla
Come clean, look at me, but you ain't no killa

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Trick love the kids
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Fuck, slip, and slide and we at it again
T Double D, and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, put that 'dro in the wind
Put that 'dro in the wind

Now we on the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box
In a clutch of the danger, but not a stranger on the block
It's the G for reefer, reefer be blowin my chest up
Be ridin from the club, try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang
I take the purest strain of this slang and inject it into your vein
Does your heart stop, mayne? Droptop fade
Aviator shades with a mirror front face

Movin through the dirty at a slow pimp's pace

Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line, I jump, the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white, with no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the Wing
I bust it straight out the pack like a three piece of Velag-din
Before you splack it, you got to prepare it and mack it
With your jacket on with traction
Not intended for any illegal purpose
It's like anthrax and small pox and surplus to murderous
(You a fool)

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Trick love the kids
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Trick love the kids
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Fuck, slip, and slide and we at it again
T Double D, and a couple of friends
It's quite alright, put that 'dro in the wind
Put that 'dro in the wind