Ridin In The Streets

(альбом: Thugs Revenge - 2006)

[Chorus]
Just, just, just...
Just riding, riding...
Riding the city streets in a black benz lexus
Just riding, riding...
I'm feeling you, you feeling me, ain't nobody jealous man

Just, just, just...
I'm just riding, riding...
Riding the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feeling the beat, tucking the piece
I'm just sliding, sliding
Feeling my (?), I'm feeling you, you feeling me

I'm just riding, riding
Riding the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feeling the beat, tucking the piece
I'm just sliding sliding
Feeling my (?), I'm feeling you, you feeling me

[Bizzy]
We're nothing but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothing but crumbs
We're nothing but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothing but crumbs
See it's the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud
I'm out on the way to go get me some love
Stuck in the part where I put up the cup, don't
What about the slopes, trying a get dangerous
We're nothing but crumbs, they gave me the tomb
And heavenly Father all over your son
The people are part of ya, never be found
But what was it for, telling my people to point to the guns
And what did the fools finally see who really be riding
Look at the war and here it come
I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending
Watch your paper, gospel gangstas walking in churches
Don't search us, they tyring to escape though
Monotony and a monopoly, gotta get ready to put us a chair
Rott there, get in the car, Day's of our Lives oh well
I'm from the best, the sick of the best
The sicker the test, will settle finesse, so Bizzy the Kid
The best...let me get this, that we feeling depressed

[Hook]
How many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
My lips are (?), Lord know's I'm not ugly

And how many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
My lips are (?), the Lord know's I'm not ugly
Heavenly father you are the best, one time...

I'm feeling you, you feeling me, ain't nobody jealous man

[Chorus]
Just, just, just...
Just riding, riding...
Riding the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feeling the beat, tucking the piece
I'm just sliding, sliding
Feeling my (?), I'm feeling you, you feeling me

I'm just riding, riding
Riding the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feeling the beat, tucking the piece
I'm just sliding sliding
Feeling my (?), I'm feeling you, you feeling me

[Layzie]
I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it
Make 'em pull it, fill your torso's up with bullets
Nigga this the true shit, and it sit's with a new kid
Who goes there, I, we used to slam them dog's
Now we raise 'em up high, lamborhgini dog's to the sky
My nigga, I be flossing on a dog, I ain't shy my nigga
No wonder why nigga, I'm a hard working horse
Keep my grammy on a mantle, fuck putting it in a source
If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce
And if rap was a study, you would need you a course
I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it
But y'all can't do it, duplicate my music
Listen 'til they cruising, haters be refusing
They bitches want to listen to it
But they gotta be true with it
Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' with it
It's rider season, and really ain't no rules to it
Nice and smooth getting through it
I'm the ace, realest rapper since Pac want to take my place

[Chorus]
Just riding, riding...
Riding the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feeling the beat, tucking the piece
I'm just sliding, sliding
Feeling my (?), I'm feeling you, you feeling me

I'm just riding, riding
Riding the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feeling the beat, tucking the piece
I'm just sliding sliding
Feeling my (?), I'm feeling you, you feeling me
Nobody's just...

[Mr. Criminal]
I'm just riding, riding, riding the city streets
Packing the strap in the back of my black khakis
That's creased, windows down, system on blast
Feeling the breeze, smoking and choking that reefer dog
I'm needing my trees (ha, ha--ha, ha)
Windows down, system on blast, feeling the breeze
Eyes on my rearview, watch my back for the police
The homi's say watch my back for enemies
Touch your back, the hennesey stay (?) my remedy
Catch me dipping through the streets
Giving a fuck, running them stoplights
Swerve it to the left, and I swing it to the right
I'm a hard switching lane, scraping bumpers and all
All eyes on me whenever I'm rotating white walls
And as soon as night falls
I let them hundred spokes crawl
Straight dipping through the city
With my rider's and dogs
It's Mr. Criminal putting it down
With the homi's from Bone Thugs
And these hater's get flossed on
These bitches get no love

[Chorus]
Just riding, riding...
Riding the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feeling the beat, tucking the piece
I'm just sliding, sliding
Feeling my (?), I'm feeling you, you feeling me

I'm just riding, riding
Riding the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feeling the beat, tucking the piece
I'm just sliding sliding
Feeling my (?), I'm feeling you, you feeling me
Nobody's just...

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