Ridin' Slow

(álbum: Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 1 - 2008)

[Question:]
Yeah, Question, cinematic, you know how we do it
J.R., I see you, boy
Sean Kingston, it go down like this, know what I'm talking 'bout

[Sean Kingston:]
I'm riding slow with the fours poking out, mayne
I'm riding slow and I'm hogging up the city lane
I'm riding slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac
Riding so slow while I'm puffing on some dro, whoa

[Question:]
City low on low, poles of the big Vogues with extended inches
So many colors hover, see your reflection, lose your senses
I blow your ear drums, my stereo is so expensive
Pistols killing a wad of money up up in my britches
My creases rigid, my pinky frigid, I'm polar pimping
Ayatollah of tipping, DeVille with that tight suspension
And did I mention, coated paint with metallic flake
Boppers going blind from the shine that these diamonds
With Nipsey, that boy B, I'm Question, you know you heard of me
Mad 'cause your baby mama wanna swallow this baller
Blow herb with me
Get throwed and swerve with me, king of bopper burglary
Don't believe that this 'Lac 'til I jump in and I turn the key

[Sean Kingston:]
I'm riding slow with the fours poking out, mayne
I'm riding slow and I'm hogging up the city lane
I'm riding slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac
Riding so slow while I'm puffing on some dro, whoa

[Nipsey Hussle:]
Listen, look, I drive slow down the block, no speaking
No tints on the whip, you could see in
Thick cloud of smoke 'cause I'm chiefing
It's easy to see that a young nigga eating
Chrome feet, I'ma roll on the low pro
I'm ready and willing if it involve getting more dough
Hitting corners, white paint, leather cocoa
Stash spot, tell the cops, it's a no go
It's Question and Bun B, I'm Nipsey, I know you heard of me
Mad 'cause your baby mama flirt with me
But I don't never show that ho no courtesy
And every time you leave she chirping me
Talking 'bout how you be giving her the third degree
How she wanna get gone, sip purp with me
Smoke purple trees, just swerve with me, 'cause

[Sean Kingston:]
I'm riding slow with the fours poking out, mayne
I'm riding slow and I'm hogging up the city lane
I'm riding slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac
Riding so slow while I'm puffing on some dro, whoa

[Bun B:]
I'ma put my hand on the wheel, I'ma put my foot on the gas
I'ma shift my bitch into drive, and man I'm ready to mash
I gots the top dropped down, I got my trunk popped open
Sitting sideways on stitch and tuck and them fuck boys scoping
Hoping they can knock my hustle but they muscle ain't swollen
So they gon' have to try again, tell 'em come back when they holding
Golden flex in my paint, and glassy rims on Vogues
Chrome, it lay up on the grille and my neon exposed
I'm a pimp, just try and get chose; for the stable, trying to get hoes
With friends, they fuck with foes; you already know how it goes
Those that ain't down with this move, play the sidelines or hit the showers
Just get the hell up out the way 'cause the rap game is ours
Said we don't roll with no cowards, scaredy cats or the 'fraidys
We just coming down candy, on them fours and them 80s
We just straight south-siding, broad day with no hiding
Let the slab swang wide and
I'ma let 'em know that Bun and Question slow riding

[Sean Kingston:]
I'm riding slow with the fours poking out, mayne
I'm riding slow and I'm hogging up the city lane
I'm riding slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac
Riding so slow while I'm puffing on some dro, whoa
I'm riding slow with the fours poking out, mayne
I'm riding slow and I'm hogging up the city lane
I'm riding slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac
Riding so slow while I'm puffing on some dro, whoa