Somethin To Ride To Lyrics - Shorty The Pimp - Too $hort

[Ant Banks] 

Ahhhhhh shit - now let me warm it up 

I got the gin and juice and I'm a poor 'em cup 

To get smooth in the mood that I'm in 

So lets start riding till this mother fucker ends 

And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging 

Spitting some game and trying to throw that thang 

On any young nigga with some ends 

A mobile phone and a drop top benz 

Take it from me, see, cause I know what it's about 

Kick a big fat dick in a bitches mouth 

And keep riding, high siding, but don't front 

Nigga serve that shit, don't be no punk 

And while the niggaz keep jocking, I be scoping 

All the fine ass freaks of Oakland 

That's where I reside, and where I always will be 

The city of killers, dope dealers and still we 

Chill like players, and act like pimps 

Mack all hoes and slap all simps 

The big badass, I'm from the Dangerous Crew 

I just hang with the gang like it's the thang to do 

Now motherfuckers can't face the facts that I'm doing this 

Rapping and producing and they can't even ruin this 

See everybody knows the Banksta 

The big dick gangsta who's fucking with dank and clocking the bank 

And I'm a get mine in the 9 O's 

I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes 

I'm pulling up right beside you 

Bumping this funky ass shit to ride to 

[Pooh Man] 

Now here's some shit for you to ride to punk 

Fifteen's slammin hard in my god damn trunk 

From tenth ave, to a hundred and fifth 

Young players ride the foothill strip 

They ride Chevys, Cougars, Blazers, Vettes 

Five 60 Benzos with Ferrari kits 

They love fine ass bitches, rolex watch 

Top let down on the coke white drop 

I love my high schools cuties, muscle bound booties 

Pools a hoes so you know I had to do my duties 

I got to have it like a rabbit, fuck her like a champ 

I tell you nigga I'm a pro with these high school tramps 

They say young minds, make good times 

See I'm a player so let me give an O 9 

Alicia, Tina, Marie, and Evette 

She wanna ride punk bitch you can ride my dick 

Now Shawnetta, Shawnda, an Rida too 

Now here's a shot to the whole slug crew 

Talk bad punk bitch but it's always Pooh 

Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on this shit to ride to 

[Goldy] 

Push in my deck, put in the key and start the engine 

Cause I ain't joking, tired of smoking donuts while I'm spinning 

A tight high performance engine with the duals and cams 

fuck a spare tire in my trunk, it's boom, that slams 

Cause I'm a young brotha like to burn rubber yo, get in and out of lanes 

I pump that ride in your bumper so ya change 

Then I take a pit stop, exterior/interior whipped up 

They wax me, then they buff me, niggaz don't love me now I'm tipped out 

Now I'm coming fresh from the detail shop 

Going to the lee-male spots, looking for the female cock 

I feel the bass and woofer kick my chest like a heartbeat 

Went to the curb, when I saw the ass of a dark freak 

So I pulled up slamming $hort Dawg 

I said "Hey", she said (*snort*), I said, "Damn a fuckin warthog!" 

So I smashed out doing 90 

Covered her ass up with the smoke I left behind me 

The medley steadily flowed in my ears like oxygen 

Too $hort, the Pooh, and the Banks, got the hoes on our jocks again 

Fucking with the hooties, with booties, and big titties 

That's potent, but all I got is cheese for a rodent 

Got a ticket doing 60 in a school crossing 

Picking up my young cock for some cool tossing 

Defamation of character, racially slandering 

But all I'm ever guilty of is pimping and pandering 

So please let me go officer 

Because I could be at home in my bed tossing her 

I make like al, tune, crank the vol-ume, and dash 

Hit the freeway cause I can't play when I got some ass 

Respect a player and an O G that's what they told me 

Mhisani nickname Goldy, spittin' shit to ride to 

[Too $hort] 

Now I come from the mother fucking eastside 

So shut the fuck up bitch and just ride 

I'm Short Dogg, hoe you can't front me 

Since my very first album I was funky 

Bitches start seeing them dollar signs 

Even though I wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime 

It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp 

Bitch, you couldn't get 50 cents 

I take a gap from your ass and then I owe you the rest 

I know the game hoe, and I'm a vet 

Playing broads ain't based on love 

You want my money, I wanna fuck 

And after we do all that, I talk about you in my next rap 

Beyotch! Kiss my pimping ass 

Cause all the time I didn't have this cash 

Wouldn't call, wouldn't give me your number 

I couldn't see ya like Stevie Wonder 

I made a hit record, now I got money 

You wanna play $hort Dogg for a dummy 

But I come from the mother fucking eastside 

You suck my dick so I let the fake bitch ride 

Dangerous music is on the mike 

And like Banks always say, "This shit is tight" 

[unknown voice] 

Now thats some shit I ride 

Pop that in the K-5 and go, buuuut 

I got my partner Ant Banks sittin on something real phat 

I got my partner Short, sittin on the hood of a Cadillac 

I got eveybody rolling 

I got Kool-Aid, he ain't spilling and he ain't trippin 

I got Ol' T B with his big 'ol fat ass, I got everybody 

I got?, but he ain't got no skin on his dick cause he fuck too much 

I got ah, I got Ol' Dirty Arm but that my partna though 

cause he's super clean, super side, super everything 

I got Footy and Jerry, he trying to dred, but that ain't what's happening 

I got a, shit who else I got, I got I got Face, Pooh, that's my partna 

He'll look through a broad his face so big 

I got ah, I got Pow Pow, he looking like Linus; he kind of filthy 

But that's my partna though, I ain't going to talk bad 

I ain't going to talk bad 

No I ain't going to rank out 

Oh Kitty Wing, that's my partna Peppermint Patty 

I ain't going to talk about him 

I ain't going to talk about Huh 

cause he might beat me up send the block out on me 

I don't want the block to through on me 

Oh Too Clean (*barking sounds*) 

We got ah, we got Hist Dancers (what about Chris Hicks baby?) 

Chris Hicks that's my that my Steven Seagal, he living lavish 

Oh else we got, who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on 

The Tin Man Mo, that's Pah prince of Darkness, that's my dark partna 

My counter, that's my darkside 

Who else we got, who else we got 

We got foothill, oh I didn't get Clim, his teeth glow in the dark 

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