How We Ride Lyrics - Mind Of Mannie Fresh - Mannie Fresh

[Intro: Mannie Fresh] 

Yeah 

Ya drive a Chevy now 

Yeah, I'm ready now 

The car's stolen baby 

But I'm rollin baby 

[Hook: Jasper] 

Cadillacs to Cutlass 

Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets 

We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's) 

Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's) 

Cadillacs to Cutlass 

Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets 

We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's) 

Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's) 

[Verse 1: David Banner] 

I got a big '67 'Lac Coupe DeVille 

Mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel 

That motherfucka change colors like a lizard and shit 

55 ridin south, gettin head from a bitch 

Matter fact, yo bitch, nigga love it and check it 

She like leather to the ass, so I love to ride naked 

Right, bang her in the pussy, baby how that feel? 

Left hand, swangin free, grippin wood on the wheel 

Then I smack her on the ass man, and jump in the Regal 

I got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west, wiggle 

Ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy 

I get back, later on ya bitch is washin my Caddy 

Spit-shine, waxed up, Armor-All on the tire 

Ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire 

That's where a nigga ride, in the south 

You taste a nigga dick, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth 

Ya weak bitch! 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Bun B] 

Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the quarter 

Fuck with juice, smoke, and water 

Actin bad with'cha daughter 

Like a real nigga ought'a 

What her-what her momma taught her 

Keep ya boys toes curled up 

But man she be-man she be fuckin ya boy world up 

I'm thowed in the streets 

I'm thow-thowed in the game 

I rock-rock bizintine 

Stay blow-blowed in the brain 

I'm grippin-grippin on the grain 

Like a real south-sider 

I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders 

Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin 

You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin 

Bump back-bump back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide 

Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go 

Chrys'a-Chrys' about to po' 

You know we-know we got the g's 

Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the cheese 

So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth 

We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh (Screwed voice)] 

Four-fifty-four (Big-block, red stripes-stripes) 

Comin through this bitch with them loud ass pipes-pipes 

(Any nigga wanna come and get it) Please-please 

Breeze by yo ass, with the motherfuckin ease 

In the middle of the dark and Interstate sparkin 

Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin 

Pass by the crowd, music real loud 

(Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound) 

Then I do it real good, diamonds on the wood 

Oh pissy-ass, sissy-ass lame wish he could 

Ride like that, "Diamond in the Back" 

Moon-roof top, Brougham Cadillac 

Then I pass in my Cut' dawg, screamin out (Fuck y'all) 

Roll down the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off 

Acious Clacious Clay has returned 

In a Super-Sport Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo! 

[Hook]