Ride Wit Me Lyrics - Big K.r.i.t.

Say, R.I.P. to Pimp C, he was the King of The South 

If you hating on that, you need to shut your fucking mouth 

I'm down with Lil J til' the muthafuckin' grave 

Disrespect, they gon' put your picture on the front page 

I'm center stage shining in a foreign you ain't seen yet 

Chrome look like water, and my caddy paint is lean wet 

Don't forget the rims, them mothafuckas a clean set 

You can't tell me that this ain't cost ya boy a mean check 

Looking like a G in here, been here and I'm gon be in here 

When it's over, I'ma be the only one you see in here 

Repping P.A.T. in here, realer than these other guys 

I'm triple OG bitch, don't let them tell you otherwise 

Young nigga out here on the rise 

Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me 

Smoke something, hold up, hold up 

Young nigga out here on the grind 

Young bitch you need to get live wit me 

Smoke something, hold up bitch 

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Put Multi on the mountaintop 

Drop the label just to raise the stock 

You ain't seen a trunk with tinted pop 

Full of 15s that'll make it knock 

With them neon lights that say 

Get in line or get down hoe 

If it wasn't about the player money to be made 

What the fuck you come around for? 

This is big business, talking skyscrapers 

Screens rise like smoke vapors 

Candy paint's when it's Now and Laters 

Bitch, I'm on the up like an elevator if you didn't know 

Shine the grill just to let it show 

On them emotional mothafuckas in the game 

Tucking they nuts while I'm letting mine hang 

Chromed out the rim, letting em' swang 

Went from have-not to having some dames 

Diamonds out the window, gripping the grain 

One finger'll put the sun to the rain 

Uhh, ya'll niggas thought I wasn't gon' be a king like I'm sposed' 

But I learned from UGK, Multi, "4eva N a Day" on these hoes 

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Young nigga out here on the rise 

Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me 

Smoke something, hold up, hold up 

Young nigga out here on the grind 

Young bitch you need to get live wit me 

Smoke something, hold up bitch 

This for all the underground, we on the surface 

South and holding, remote controlling 

Got the game and it ain't for purchase 

Ain't no hurting when you win, up the cut like in it 

Touchin' down on it, clown on it, cheerlead if you wit it hoe 

Old school on his tippy toes, chop the base and shake the doors 

Fade the top, then let it show, how it taste? I got to know 

Ice the grill, cold enough to freeze the snow 

Bruce Lee, boy, sho' nuff that bumping dragon, I got the glow 

Got the cake, smash it in your face, I got more to make 

I'm on the chase for a bread truck to put off in my safe 

And let it bake, stingy with the flakes, all the crumbs get ate 

Off the plate, sop it up with the lobster, shrimp and steak 

Krizzle 

Young nigga out here on the rise 

Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me 

Smoke something, hold up, hold up 

Young nigga out here on the grind 

Young bitch you need to get live wit me 

Smoke something, hold up bitch