My Ride Lyrics - Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz - Nappy Roots

Yo, feelin' easy like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs 

Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' like some blades 

Play her like a pimp typa nigga, ain't me 

With the tint 35 percent so ya can't see 

Fish scales shotgun, pass the L to big V 

Flip Flop candy, lookin' so wet it drip drop 

From the tip top, chrome double duce 

Make a bitch stop, jaw drop ballin' off this hip hop 

On a budget back an' forth from Kentucky 

We them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket 

A hundred an' ninety spoke, goddamn 

Look but don't touch it ,we comin' down I-65, Nappy an' company 

Vertical grills on the Cadillac, we so real 

Skinny Deville, return like a bat out of Hell 

Hell, don't ya think Nappy Roots comin' as well 

Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch an' Fish Scales, yeah 

My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes 

My candy paint straight from the honeycomb 

Wood grain interior leather an' chrome 

Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on 

Hey, yo, that's my cab, jumped out leavin' a tab 

Hold on man, we'll discuss that later 

B. jumped out like, "Fuck that hater" 

Fell in the Aspen, rotten like Martin 

Two white dudes, one looked like Matt Harprin 

Later on he's eatin' an' ball in Cleavland 

An' I jumped out like, "Fuck your season" 

Van Dam woke up in the grand am 

Real hot, no air for the car jam 

Twenty inches ride both on probes 

Look nice Chevrolet on pipes 

Keep Chevy tint that twinkle so bright 

B.O.B, I'ma ball on budget 

Pumped out two, thou on the '89 cutlass, bitch 

Nah, you can't ride, I'm selfish 

Ain't too many ho's wanna touch this velvet 

My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes 

My candy paint straight from the honeycomb 

Wood grain interior leather an' chrome 

Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on 

Hop in with me, we 'bout to leave 

You gotta pop it, I drope a dollar in ya pocket 

Gas up the crotch, rocket pass up, the cops blocked it 

Hey B. Stille, can I role with you an' Prophet? 

Extra clean you can't tell me nean 

Drop the top, showin' off for the summa 

'Cause the Cadillac stretch on dem bow legged stillets 

Where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette 

Bubble coat primers, chrome spiders inside us 

Big enough for my team an' a couple of trainers 

But it hold no minors, that's major 

Wood grain an' ya get deep beater's big features 

Feel boom from the beats in my big speakers 

It's on in my seats an' my signature 

Don't throw dirt on my name, no shirt as I lean 

Out the window pane, you hear the country boy sang 

My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes 

My candy paint straight from the honeycomb 

Wood grain interior leather an' chrome 

Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on