Ride Lyrics - Pursuit Of Nappyness - Nappy Roots

[Intro] 

Yeah, sometimes you just gotta ride 

[Verse 1] 

I'm headed to Savannah, the sun rise there 

And somethin tellin me that I should be somewhere near 

I met somebody daughter, played in her water 

The lake was too salty and I'm not Kyle Korver 

I was born hard in the paint where the stars hang out 

Just to find out that what they buy ain't pot 

And then I found me, startin to go the same route 

I do this for the love, you can throw the fame out 

A tear still a tear, even when I change house 

And I am hip-hop, even when I claim south 

What'chu think we all look the same, game is bad 

Cause now we all fightin for the same damn spot 

Go'on, do da "Stanky Leg" 

It's better than talkin bout shootin people in the head 

I'm headed out to Oakland, the sun lies there 

And somethin tellin me that I should be somewhere near 

Where we goin? 

[Hook] 

We got five on gas, gettin nowhere fast 

Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (Where do you go) 

Big trucks roll through, might blow they horns 

They glad cause they goin to Florida (Where do you go) 

My neighbors o-c's, and they fightin like hell 

I can smell it from across the water (From across the water) 

(I waaalk, and where the world do you go) 

[Verse 2 - Skinny DeVille] 

Ha 

Just like you thought it wasn't gon bop 

Yup, it's how I know it wasn't gon flop 

Sometimes you got to give it all you got 

Even though a few folk keep wishin that you stop 

But after that, another classic we gon' drop 

And I ain't talkin bout no fancy mansion or no yacht 

Just a quarter pound of pot on my fourty acre lot 

Wit my Caddy coupe and drop, and a Range Rover SPOT 

I mean SPORT, sometimes I lose my train of thought 

But I'm back again and promise that every track is hot 

We gon' hit some traffic headed to the top 

So we gon' take another route and simply creep right past the cops 

And the haters man, they comin for my spot 

But we don't have to talk, come on get it while it's hot 

Fresh out the skillet, never feel it or you're not 

We gon' verti-cal grille it, watch me sell it on the block 

[Hook] 

We got five on gas, gettin nowhere fast 

Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (Where do you go) 

Big trucks roll through, might blow they horns 

They glad cause they goin to Florida (Where do you go) 

My neighbors o-c's, and they fightin like hell 

I can smell it from across the water (From across the water) 

(I waaalk, and where the world do you go) 

[Verse 3] 

The sun don't move, the earth don't stop 

The stars do drop, and they house forclose 

Cars repoed, business get towed 

Probably be a friend and sell the story out the bowl 

Then they can't see theyself back in the hood 

Can't let they friends know they not doin good 

See you lay low, and focus on ya kids 

Hope someobody remember somethin that'cha did 

[Skinny DeVille] 

Yah 

And if they did, then you gon' trip 

Grind for seven days a week, and then you watch it flip 

Legit is wicked clean, thats how it seems that the chips 

Gotta dig a little deep, you wanna see about the grit 

The grass gets mighty green by the fence 

Which side is the question? I'm headed that direction 

Knowledge is the weapon, and I use it for protection 

If you think I'm really slippin, then run up and learn ya lesson 

[Hook] 

We got five on gas, gettin nowhere fast 

Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (Where do you go) 

Big trucks roll through, might blow they horns 

They glad cause they goin to Florida (Where do you go) 

My neighbors o-c's, and they fightin like hell 

I can smell it from across the water (From across the water) 

(I waaalk, and where the world do you go)