Ridin' Rims

(Album: On Top Of Our Game - 2006)

Yeah nigga (young juve) all you niggas, (you all know what this is)
we don't ride these no more nigga,
we're in here with flats nigga,
we sitting on lebron back over here,
all you fake mounted niggas riding these,
we stop riding these in '99 (checke checke)
put that lil' boy shit up
(so so def)

[chorus X2]
if you're riding rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha)
I'm sitting high riding on lebron back (uh, ha)
des 23's (uh, ha)
if you know (uh, ha)
I got a Tahoe truck sitting up on 24's

[verse 1]
I got more grams than Teddy, got a cam in my chevey, my car go (eeerrrrr) and when I ride I'm ready
look like I'm gliding on nothing, when I ride I be skating,
I pull up swervi' on
niggas they don't be trying
they be hating
they only riding on 20's,
they might as well rid on hubs, if it ain't deuces or better,
you might as well put em' up,
'cause where I'm from (from) we mount up and ride on them big rims,
a whole supply of deuces that spin harder than windmills, I been real (yeah) always too clean 'cause I pack heat,
or white leather guts
plush, bitch scream in the back seat
23's on my fucking so I ride and I swerve,
but we're too clean for the fucking street so I park on the curb

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[verse 2]
I got the chevey sitting high, by matching corner ties, Michael Jordan's mounted up darts 23's on the ride (jizzal man)
I got man in the trunk, I'm working the alpine,
paint flipping, candy dripping, plus the wood inside, driving a big boy drop,
a T.V. in the rear, the European clip on the rotating rim just got 'em up out jail
(and that mothafucking smokin') buss a couple you turns
(with the doors wide open) punching on the gas pedal, make pipe start choking, coming down real clean,
got 66 lebron back home, look I'm sitting right on it, coming up in the lane,
on the corner straight gunning

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[verse 3]
loud pipes, satin music, with the judo eyes, 2nd tone background wit 2-inch ties
cut curb on the block, it's a concert line
(dfb snd me bitch) swerving side to side.
yup the cutlits mounted up like a H3 Hummer, but it's stunting 1-on-1 'cause I'm the #1 stunner, going down 20 (yu) doing more than a Honda,
since mypaint wet, they say my trunk sound like thunder, break the law,
(run the red light) driving illegal, in a nice ol' school, flow like dead people, I park where I can't, hit button make my door's pop, rims go round and round,
custom seats lean 'n rock

[chorus x2]

[verse 4]
now my rims spin nigga, every time I make a stop, and I keep that chevey clean, like a flow on disk it mop, when I'm posted at the light
got a button that make the top drop now hoes hopping on my dick like
they playing hopscotch hhhoes hopping on my dick like they playing
hopscotch, when I'm on the E-way
you see me hit it then I'm gone, shining red paint and I touch that whistle
siliconen I stay deep (stay deep) hoping at all 'cause I don't mind,
'cause I'm wood gripping, flip switching,
flipping alpine, it's pimping nigga
so I'm always stunt nigga, pull up on the chevey and burnt like my blunts nigga,
I keep good product in the hood it get delivered (delivered)
sitting back watching movies in the rear view mirror

[chorus x4]