How Should I Ride Lyrics - How You Luv That?, Vol. 2 - Big Tymers

Manny Fresh: 

Everything on me, my skills pay the bills 

Buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheels 

I'm the number one pepper star, look at y'all 

Hat to the back, make my way to the bar 

When I'm in your town, bling, I'm gon' shine 

Gimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine 

Can I have your attention, couple of things I'd like to mention 

I stay in a big ass house wit' a big gold fence and 

Wit' the Beemer, Benz, and a Trooper 

Living room Supa-Dupa 

Size, Suprose 

This a big ass diamond, y'all go ahead and cover y'all eyes 

Look out here I come, stunt man number one 

I'm makin' airplanes outta fifties just for fun 

The boat, the plane, the Viper man 

The 4 TV's in the black Range 

A black boy havin' all these thangs 

Now how should I ride man 

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Baby: 

Captin stunter, I ride with a Mack 11 

Cause I'm a Uptown hunter, a big dope fronter 

And 10 a ki still a number 

I ride Rolls Royce Canisus 

I took my main hoe out a Yukon and put her in a drop top Benzie 

I got these bitches trailin' me nigga, cause I got a little money 

Got these hoes wanna give me pussy cause I got a little money 

But I got 10 hoes, all with golds 

Wiot' my name tatooed on the back of they assholes 

Wit' 20 inch rims, that's how I ride nigga 

If you ridin' 16's don't ride beside me nigga 

I'll give to my niggaz, before I give to these broads 

My block on fire, my niggaz in heat 

We clockin' a hundred G's a week 

I boat the yacht, and a screen TV 

And put my face on the hood of the muthafuckin' Humvee 

So you niggaz could see me 

I'm bout to do somethin' dangerous 

I took the steerin' wheel from the left to right so I could look famous 

I wear 2 pair of drawers, wit' 2 Rolex watches 

Wit' 22 bitches on my log nigga 

I guess that's the thug in me 

I lie to these bitches 7 days a week 

I put that on my lil brother LD restin' in peace 

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B.G.: 

They wan' know how I ride 

Still get high 

Wan' know how I cross and front the feds, still floss 

I'm the B.G., in ya car, shit rangin' 

I'm playin' cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain't fakin' 

Wanna hang wit' B and Slim gotta have 10 G's 

Cause them niggaz spend money like it grow on trees 

We ballin' got cars from every company 

Expedition, Rams, even a Humvee 

Ain't that somethin' none of us over 25 

Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5 

Now lil daddy you got a nigga fucked up 

You could live for 'Burbs but nothin' but speakers on that truck 

Ah hah, we floss all week man 

Every night I got a different bitch under my sheet man 

They see me in the drop Jag and get out the way 

They know who it is when they see me in the Rover the next day 

Cadillac: 

Call it ghetto wrist nigga, wear filled with bagettes 

Crushed out on my neck with the matchin' bracelet 

Uh, cocked to the side in my 98 bubble eye 

Put on your shades cause you can't stand it with the naked eye 

Why, cause I'm a shinda 

I got diamonds and golds that'll blind ya, blind ya 

Get out my way cause I'm comin' through 

Man that' 'lac in the Jag, yeah and I'm sittin' on 20's too 

Livin' my life like I'm a millionaire 

How many young black niggaz you know wit' Rollies and Carliare 

Wrist wear, niggafilled with jew-els 

Now everybody wanna shine like CMR Cartel 

Uh, Wodie, Put on your 'boks and your 'bauds 

Uh, and put some 20's on your Benz so you can shine when you roll 

We got the finest cars and the finest broads 

Buyin' mansions on Washingtoners we take our garage 

Uh, now you see now we ride, how we ride 

Wit' VCR's and Playstations, wit' the wood inside 

For sheezy boy 

How you luv that 

Done it again BGeezy off the heezy