with u all night by my side lets ride cmon baby lets take a ride girl baby we can leave it all behind let me ease your mind lets ride jump in the ride
, it's a celebration bitches La Heim I wish for you a hundred years of success But it's my time, cheers, toast to crime Number one B-boy, chain nigga
when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves I'm 80's man, but the boy
Have You Ever Took A Trip Out To Brooklyn Where It's Crime Season City Camp Leaning Gucci Belt Holdin Up That 45 Demon Black Bandana Boy Bitches Be Like
boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First there's this arrogant fuck, his names
So Joe C can ride Full sack to share, bringin' flash and glare Got the long hair swingin' middle finger in the air Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's See me ride
you a bad b*tch i'ma call you Lassie Just left the tall a*s state Tallahassee Don't mind me Even with your GPS couldn't find me Looking at this boy,
it on from the late night to the early morn. 50 grand in my pants like Ivan Smith. give back to the hood like Nino Brown. neck kinda freezy boy believe
Caruve with no code Ds (Huh?) It's the truth when you raised her for OZs Homie let me roar for you its the oral it's awful (Yo' two) Now she tryin'
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
life Pray to God that you never fall out of this life 'Cause it's much more better than all world scenes Bitch, open up your eyes, it's a poor girl's
I ride, I ride for 305) Born, born n raised in the County of Dade (Trick Daddy) Born n raised, born, born n raised (And when I ride, I ride for 305)
It's yo boy ladies and gentlemen H.U.E.Y and Trey Songz (ooooooooo...) Yeah A... a... Lil mama you no wat it is (she look so good) A... a... [Chorus:]
know nobody's home It's Busta Rhymes and I'm feeling irie Come on over 'cause I'm having a party Milo did the right thing and brought the ride The sound's
Now this trip's to let you know The Underground can flow We'll go toe-to-toe with any bro' that wants to go But those who go need to know that we're an
tinted, Ima slow up the speed limit let them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum I gotta ride on boy, gotta
change 'em Let a nigga disrespect my shit, I'm gonna flame 'em That's word to my son little Jay, my little homey Ask niggaz how your boy get down, ain
