How Should I Ride
(专辑: How You Luv That Vol. 2 - 1998)
[Manny Fresh:] Everything on me, my skills pay the
bills Buy my momma a
house and buy my daddy some hot wheels I'm the
number one pepper star, look at y'all Hat to the
back, make my way to the
bar When I'm in your town, bling, I'm gon' shine Gimme the
best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine Can I
have your attention, couple of things I'd like to mention I
stay in a
big ass house wit' a
big gold fence and Wit' the
Beemer, Benz, and a
Trooper Living room Supa-Dupa Size, Suprose This a
big ass diamond, y'all go ahead and cover y'all eyes Look out here I
come, stunt man number one I'm making airplanes outta fifties just for fun The
boat, the
plane, the
Viper man The 4
TV's in the
black Range A
black boy having all these thangs Now how should I
ride man [Baby:] Captin stunter, I
ride with a
Mack 11 Cause I'm a
Uptown hunter, a
big dope fronter And 10 a
ki still a
number I
ride Rolls Royce Canisus I
took my main hoe out a
Yukon and put her in a
drop top Benzie I
got these bitches trailing me nigga, cause I
got a
little money Got these hoes wanna give me pussy cause I
got a
little money But I
got 10 hoes, all with golds Wiot' my name tatooed on the
back of they assholes Wit' 20 inch rims, that's how I
ride nigga If you riding 16's don't ride beside me nigga I'll give to my niggaz, before I
give to these broads My block on fire, my niggaz in heat We clocking a
hundred G's a
week I
boat the
yacht, and a
screen TV And put my face on the
hood of the
muthafucking Humvee So you niggaz could see me I'm bout to do something dangerous I
took the
steering wheel from the
left to right so I
could look famous I
wear 2
pair of drawers, wit' 2
Rolex watches Wit' 22 bitches on my log nigga I
guess that's the
thug in me I
lie to these bitches 7
days a
week I
put that on my lil brother LD resting in peace [B.G.:] They wan' know how I
ride Still get high Wan' know how I
cross and front the
feds, still floss I'm the
B.G., in ya car, shit ranging I'm playing cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain't faking Wanna hang wit' B
and Slim gotta have 10 G's Cause them niggaz spend money like it grow on trees We balling got cars from every company Expedition, Rams, even a
Humvee Ain't that something none of us over 25 Daog you think they really rapped and got Q
thangs for 5
Now lil daddy you got a
nigga fucked up You could live for 'Burbs but nothing but speakers on that truck Ah hah, we floss all week man Every night I
got a
different bitch under my sheet man They see me in the
drop Jag and get out the
way They know who it is when they see me in the
Rover the
next day [Cadillac:] Call it ghetto wrist nigga, wear filled with bagettes Crushed out on my neck with the
matching bracelet Uh, cocked to the
side in my 98 bubble eye Put on your shades cause you can't stand it with the
naked eye Why, cause I'm a
shinda I
got diamonds and golds that'll blind ya, blind ya Get out my way cause I'm coming through Man that' 'lac in the
Jag, yeah and I'm sitting on 20's too Living my life like I'm a
millionaire How many young black niggaz you know wit' Rollies and Carliare Wrist wear, niggafilled with jew-els Now everybody wanna shine like CMR Cartel Uh, Wodie, Put on your 'boks and your 'bauds Uh, and put some 20's on your Benz so you can shine when you roll We got the
finest cars and the
finest broads Buying mansions on Washingtoners we take our garage Uh, now you see now we ride, how we ride Wit' VCR's and Playstations, wit' the
wood inside For sheezy boy How you luv that Done it again BGeezy off the
heezy