Ride (down South) Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Let's get it hype nigga 

Let's get it crump 

Yeah yeah yeah 

Pass me them swisher sweets let's get it crump 

If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump 

Blast ryhmes like I pump turn your belly to jelly 

Veteran MC I don't think you rookies is ready 

Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit 

I run with suave always packin' something to kill with 

Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle 

Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel 

Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement 

Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit 

Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-see-k, known for layin' it down 

And doin' shit the playa way 

Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret 

Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free shit 

Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me 

Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG 

All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? 

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? 

All my money making bitches if you ride with me 

I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free 

Now where them real bitches at 

Where them real bitches at 

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? 

And where my buck niggas at 

Where my buck niggas at 

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on 

I ain't new to this 

Damn nice bitch that's true to this 

Money ain't never been a thing to me 

Always stack my dough, holla back (uh) 

Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect 

Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv 

Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff 

And no dough? I don't fuck 'em 

Fuck I'mma fake for? 

Make mine's, someone take yours 

Cause I'm no nigga like love be 'fore 

Make bitch scream like, gimme some more 

If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for? 

Waste of time 

It's like we playette minds 

don't stop, get it get it 

Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro 

Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas 

They gon' pimp if you let them 

From NY to the dirty south 

And them bitches' dime tight 

I got my mind right 

And my ice got the shine right 

And if it don't rhyme, bitches 

When them lights hit the wrist 

You won't be sticking shit 

You be lickin' this 

All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? 

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? 

All my money making bitches if you ride with me 

I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free 

Now where them real bitches at 

Where them real bitches at 

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? 

And where my buck niggas at 

Where my buck niggas at 

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on 

I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby 

Ice cold, stories so high 

I built the whole village twice 

So tight fold crease right on the President's nose 

Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney and Buckstrum 

Touch toed, hoes take the center fold pose 

Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those 

Pros, slam those 

Game tied tight like bows, we never close 

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four 

Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold 

Bust a load, the killer ass scorin' it, gettin' blowed 

Keep it froze, took up with a tougher wild bow 

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 

We're pushin' hoes 

Tits get erect, lactose, pay the toll 

MJG is in control 

All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? 

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? 

All my money making bitches if you ride with me 

I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free 

Now where them real bitches at 

Where them real bitches at 

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? 

And where my buck niggas at 

Where my buck niggas at 

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on 

You dis', and you know bars where you can slow down 

Up in the morning and the code is 'bout to go down 

There's no repose now, better explode round 

Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found 

Juvenile's my name, bitch 

I represent it to the end, the same shit 

niggas don't be wearin suits on theses blocks 

All you see is digibles and Reeboks 

I dealin' head to the bag, but lets grab two 

Willin' to bust a nigga hands if he had to 

You could feel him sayin' my nigga can use a hot boy 

Plug out, Blug eye Blug her 

Better get up off the blackboard 

Corporate at times, but your mommy a bounce boy 

Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy 

You gon' cry son, who sold you the cows, huh? 

He in a cell block now 'cause you too high now 

All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? 

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? 

All my money making bitches if you ride with me 

I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free 

Now where them real bitches at 

Where them real bitches at 

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? 

And where my buck niggas at 

Where my buck niggas at 

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on 

Where the real ones at? Be-atch 

Oh, you know how we feel 

About all you 'want to be' ass ghetto super stars 

Want to be like 'me ass" niggas 

Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches 

I give a fuck about your intermureal status, mothafucka 

You ain't nobody 

We been doing this, been doin' this shit 

We go way back with this baby 

Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha fuckin' microphone 

Pimps and hoes and gettin' money 

Tricks and hoes and fuckin' 

Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit 

Think I'm riding all 20's and shit 

nigga what chu got? 

Brand new-assed nigga 

You don't know nothin' about this game 

Come on 

All my hard core niggas, what you want to do? 

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? 

All my money making bitches if you ride with me 

I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free 

Now where them real bitches at 

Where them real bitches at 

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? 

And where my buck niggas at 

Where my buck niggas at 

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on