Ride On 4's Lyrics - Singles - Boss Hogg Outlawz

(*talking*) 

Ha-ha, H-Town say 

[J-Dawg] 

I got my Lac sitting low, like a Honda Civic 

Hundred sack of that dro, got a G lifted 

And the way I work the grain, gotta be gifted 

Dipping, in and out of traffic swiftly 

Tipsy, off drank but no beers here 

I got a tre, and a twenty ounce root beer 

Muddy, like a motherfucking hog pen 

Banging Pac "Makaveli", play that number eight again 

Time go by, puffing on high 

I'm feeling too fly, and that ain't even high 

See I's a gangsta nigga, I shoot or shank a nigga 

But it's some'ing about them swangas, that'll change a nigga 

Have you chunking the deuce up, to a stranger nigga 

You shining harder than a bitch, he don't blame you nigga 

Who could blame you nigga, you doing the damn thang 

Staying true to the game, you deserve to swang 

[Hook] 

Behind that five percent, windows never go down 

Music never go down, my nigga say slow down 

Keep driving, pass that dro 

Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we ride on 4's 

[J-Dawg] 

Hit your breaks homie, let the third light glow 

Swang open the do', let em smell the dro 

Naw we ain't capping, that there for them bitches 

We grinding hard as fuck, and riding on our riches 

Shit the fam good, the kids good 

So why not grip wood through the hood nigga, come on now 

Kush got me gone now, I don't smoke the stress 

I been blessed, so if it's in the air it's the best 

And if it's in my cup, it's that purple 

Got me flipping through the hood, riding in a circle 

No destination, nigga just riding 

Big mothership gliding, motor on siding 

That's what it is, what could be better 

Send a couple pictures of the slab, in the letters 

To my niggaz in the Penn, I'ma hold you down 

Show the whole unit, how we do in H-Town nigga yeah 

[Hook - 2x] 

[Slim Thug] 

I'm rolling on 4's, with the windows closed 

Dro smoke up out my nose, letting the trunk do shows 

Playafali on my toes, gotta show the world I'm having change 

So I bought a candy Cadillac, up on them thangs 

Hurting boys mayn, Thugga gotta represent 

I stay lit up, behind that five percent tint 

Stay bent on the daily, when I'm in the hood 

Shining like a superstar, when I grip the wood 

Pieced up smelling good, gotta stay fresh 

And show the world I'm blessed, everytime my voice up in your deck 

Wreck the mic, and I wreck on the 'vard 

Every season some'ing hard, coming out my garage 

I don't barred, H-Town repping till I'm dead 

From the Tre to the West, to my G's off the 'Stead 

Boys out here getting bread, and reaching our goals 

Behind tint with the windows closed, when I ride on 4's 

[Hook - 2x]