Dré Baby, Corey Cee Ride cover

Ride
by Dré Baby & Corey Cee
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Verse 1
[Intro]
Let's get it hype, n****
Let's get it crump
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 2
[Eightball]
Pa** me them Swisher Sweets, let's get it crump
If a n**** disrespect me I'mma prove my s*** and dump
Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready
Verse 3
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with
Feel this b****, when I get rich I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel
Verse 4
Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face s***
Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-see-k, known for layin' it down
And doin' s*** the playa way
Verse 5
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free s***
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG
Verse 0
[Chorus]
All my hard core n****s, what you want to do?
My real thug-a** n****s, what you want to do?
All my money making b****es if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
Verse 6
Now where them real b****es at
Where them real b****es at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
Verse 7
And where my buck n****s at
Where my buck n****s at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on
Verse 8
[Foxy Brown]
I ain't new to this
Damn nice b**** that's true to this
Money ain't never been a thing to me
Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)
Verse 9
A** fat, thighs thick, titties perfect
Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, s*** I don't bluff
And no dough? I don't f*** 'em
Verse 10
F*** I'mma fake for?
Make mine's, I'mma take yours
'Cause I'm no n**** like love be 'fore
Make b**** scream like, gimme some more
Verse 11
If a n**** broke, what'd you f*** him for?
Waste of time
It's like we playette minds
Don't stop, get it get it
Verse 12
B****es, take it from a real motherf***in' pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these n****s
They gon' pimp if you let them
From NY to the dirty south
Verse 13
And them b****es' dime tight
I got my mind right
And my ice got the shine right
And if it don't blind b****es
Verse 14
When them lights hit the wrist?
You won't be sticking s***
You be lickin' this
Verse 15
[Chorus]
Verse 16
[MJG]
I'm the pimp motherf***er, baby
Ice cold, stories so high
I pimp the whole village twice
So tight fold crease right on the president's nose
Verse 17
Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney'and Buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those
Pros, slam those
Verse 18
Game tied tight like bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four
Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold
Plus a load of killer, as Chronic gettin' blowed
Verse 19
Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl
Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go
Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros
Verse 20
We're pushin' hoes
Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll
MJG is in control
Verse 21
[Chorus]
Verse 22
[Juvenile]
Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
Up in the morning in the court, it's 'bout to go down
There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found
Verse 23
Juvenile's my name, b****
I represent it to the end, the same s***
N*****s don't be wearin suits on theses blocks
All you see is your boys and reeboks
Verse 24
A thin hat to the back with a strap too
Willin' to bust a n**** a** if he had to
If you feel the same my n*****, you's a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka
Verse 25
Better get up off the block, boy
Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy
You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha
You in a cell block ha, 'cause you too hot ha
Verse 26
[Chorus]
Verse 27
[MJG]
Where the real ones at? Be-atch...
Oh, you know how we feel
About all you 'want to be' a** ghetto super stars
Want to be like 'me a**" n****s
Verse 28
Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown b****es
I give a f*** about your intermureal status, motha f***a
You ain't nobody
We been doing this, been doin' this s***
Verse 29
We go way back with this baby
Talkin' about this real s*** on the mutha f***in' microphone
Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
Tricks and hoes and f***in'
Verse 30
Mutha f***in' clothes and s*** ridin' vogues and s***
N**** riding on 20's and s***
N**** what chu got?
Brand new-a**ed n****
Verse 31
You don't know nothin' about this game
Come on
Verse 32
[Repeat Chorus]

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