Ride Lyrics - Singles - Dirty

Umm, yes, yes, yes, y'all 

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride 

Sho nuff 

Let's ride, let's ride 

[Mr. G Stacka] 

I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer 

Full of herb 

And this killer ass reefer got a nigger feeling swozy 

I'm slowly, creepin' up through the hood 

And I see my niggas, and the smoking real good 

So show a nigga love, what up kinfolk 

And while you at my nigga, won't you past the dope 

You know a nigga has to choke 

Of killer both for me, I got the smoke flowing down my throat 

So playa won't you ride with me 

We can get quizzer in the front of my drop top Caddy 

With my heat just ready to skeet 

So playa please don't drop no fire on my feet 

But it's all good, cause it's much love 

And I got my mind twisted off kind bud 

I'm screaming out Dirty thug 

Sipping on the Cognac with the hardest buzz 

So tell me what it was 

What it be like 

Mr. G living up to this gangster life 

And it's got me on a flight higher than a kite 

And my eyes real low so I have no sight 

I'm feeling really right as I keep flow, through the sky 

Way past cloud number nine 

Chiefing all the time, blazing on an ounce 

Cause I just can't make it with a nickel or a dime 

Everything looking fine in the Gump city 

Girls walk around short skirts on looking pretty 

You can tell the thugs from the sedity 

All the high-class girls always acting nitty 

But showing no pity, in the land 

Of blunt passing 

Niggas be everlasting 

Where Mr. G gone blaze the weed 

Until I'm dead and gone off in my casket 

[Chorus 1-Mr. G] 

Now take a trip in my 'Lac with me 

We can patch in 

You can go half on a sack with me 

We can find a freaky slut to beat 

And if it come down to it 

We can bust our heat in the street 

See, it don't really matter 

Long as I'm down for you 

And you down for me 

We can ride together, forever 

Rolling through the streets of the G-U-M-P 

[Chorus 2-Khao] 

It ain't nothing like riding the track, rocking the show 

Making the crowd get hype, letting them know 

Is you ready to wild out, I'm bout to flow 

Got you peeping the style out, as I go 

[Chorus 3-Big Pimp] 

Now should I drop the game on them hoes 

Now do you really understand 

How the pimp game goes 

It's all about money and hoes 

Keep us in it, with your mind froze 

And slamming Cadillac doors 

[Khao] 

Now I'm a ride on the track 

Giving you something that you can feel 

Better buckle up before you go, haters hit the door 

Cause we be hitting you with the skills 

Don't give up before you flow, I'm a let you know 

That my adrenaline assembling 

That's enough to have a emcee trembling 

Just give me the mic and them Frank Benjamin's 

And call the paramedic, I'm about to injure men 

Finish him, ain't many left to cope 

Hearts stopped beating, listen to this stethoscope 

So many emcees getting' left for broke 

And try to make a comeback, shoulda kept the joke 

Khao be the name, try dissin' me 

Your history, your absence a mystery 

Dried your game up like an antihistamine 

Put that on Big Pimp and Mr. G 

This'll be, something that people can ride to 

Laid back, track cool like Rallo 

Hit after hit we follow 

Wanted to nibble and bit off way more than you can swallow 

Y'all must be drunk off the bottle 

Hating on us, don't talk, bring yourself to me 

I don't need nobody helping me 

I'm about to lyrically burn a brother to the 12th degree 

What y'all wanna do now, huh 

Humiliated, didn't know, Krumbsnatchaz affiliated 

With Dirty, came up and really made it 

All these cats wanna be down with us 

I really hate it, but illustrated, the picture 

It takes skills to grab the mic 

And keep it tight, some want, simplified: 

Some had it, some got it 

Some wish they did, and some don't 

[Chorus 2] 

[Chorus 1] 

[Chorus 3] 

[Big Pimp] 

Now let me take you to the land where the riders see 

Pardon me shorty 

Let me introduce you to my pimp psychology 

Let a young nigga hold if you down with a holla at me 

Now follow me, to my '98 'Lac outside 

Now is she ready to ride 

Slip cover your eyes, it's a surprise 

I'll be obliged if you slide where them Dirty boys hide 

And I was hypnotized when a young playa saw (um,um) 

Your pretty brown eyes 

And I apologize if I came to hard 

Trying to get between your, sugar brown thighs 

You know the pimp hide 

And it's 12 o'clock tonight 

I got late night lust 

We need to, bring a pen and pad 

And keep count (keep count) 

Of the nuts I bust (I bust) 

I'm swerving, looking through my rearview nervous 

While your head steady working 

And your neck steady jerking 

Up on your knees in my seat 

And your lips steady slurping 

I don't just kill a knob 

And I know your mouth finna' throb 

And baby if you could 

Shine and rob with your tongue 

Like old Inga Shywood (Shywood), situation all good 

I love the way you got straight to it 

And plus I love the way you do it 

I wouldn't take nothing from you 

Girl you's a true headhunter 

Booger-lips turner 

You must have got it from you mother 

Now look up in the sky, it's a pimp in the air 

So freaky bitches better beware 

I got your mind, mega blown 

With the game that I spit 

And keep them freaky bitches horny as hell 

[Chorus 3] 

[Chorus 2] 

[Chorus 1] 

Ahh 

Sho nuff, sho nuff 

In my 'Lac with me 

On a sack with me 

Ahh 

Drop the game on them hoes 

{*Fades Out*}