作词 : Chris Bridges/Aldrin Davis/Curtis Mayfield/Ty Epps/E. Conyers
作曲 : Chris Bridges/Aldrin Davis/Curtis Mayfield/Ty Epps/E. Conyers
Yeah.. we gon' send this one out to e'rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relations*ip
Let's ride
Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you
It's get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let's roll!
Yess; Seven cars, eight cribs, and ain't a damn thang changed
Still pumpin' ten kickers, still grippin' the grain
Still candy in the paint, still ridin' them thangs
Most of my folks would same
I'm happy, but
I still feel pain
Until I jump in my ride, that's my only escape
Me and my automobiles got these neighbors screaming "Gimme a break!"
It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
Don't be mad cuz
I can't hold my five hundred horses
Lamborginis and
Porches, Ferraris and
Vipers I'mm wipe the seats wit' you drool, and rub the hood wit a diaper
Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank
I mean to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank
Go strap yout seatbelts on, go put ya money up
Go put your life on the line, go put ya honey up
Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys
It's time to play, or better yet brand out the toys; we goin'
I'm in a S
S Super Sport, with the
Four Fifty
Four .45th on the seat, don't get yourself supersoaked
Dependin' on the weather, it may vary - whatever though
Catch me slammin'
Escalade,
Cadillac, to
Chevy do's
And hope I don't, and pull out the
Range Rover
The color of coke and snow,
I blew out the brains on ya
Blew out the game on em', became a misfit
Shame on a b***h, the 726s wouldn't fit
I'm ridin',
I'm high, and
I'm glidin,
I'm lyin',
I'm flyin',
I'm doin 190, it's gon cost to catch us
You see that these diamonds are s*inin', and blingin' and blindin', so let me remind ya it's gon cost to catch up
Who's next up? -
That's us, flow leave you breathless
Pedal to the flo', truck seat won't let up
But if you out ridin' deuces or better
Slow down so them girls can't sweat ya, and let the car go + (Dolla Boy)
Assign your name in the skreet (sign your name in the skreet)
I got two miles an hour, so everbody see me
Twenty fours, twenty sixes, twenty eights!
And my rims so big, you would think that is was 3
D Wait' til you see my paint,
I ride around the
A, With 'bout half a tank;
I'm startin' to make so much money,
I work half a day -
I got cash in the safe
I got cash right here,
I'm hard to get my swipe on
And I look like a chandalleur with all this ice on
Pull out the (?) shoot
Catch me blowin' out kush of the roof of the seven deuce
Ridin' hella hoes (hella!) elevador do's (hella)
Gator on the seat (And?) mink on the flo's
If a hater wanna creep,
I got that thing by the do'
And if my chirp go beep, then my thang gon' blow
Playaz Circle -
Titi Boi ridin' on skinny wheels
Bout to trade in the
Quarter til eight, and get the ten till
作词 : Chris Bridges/Aldrin Davis/Curtis Mayfield/Ty Epps/E. Conyers
作曲 : Chris Bridges/Aldrin Davis/Curtis Mayfield/Ty Epps/E. Conyers
Yeah.. we gon' send this one out to e'rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relations*ip
Let's ride [Chorus]
Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you [x3] [Luda]
It's get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let's roll! [Ludacris]
Yess; Seven cars, eight cribs, and ain't a damn thang changed
Still pumpin' ten kickers, still grippin' the grain
Still candy in the paint, still ridin' them thangs
Most of my folks would same
I'm happy, but
I still feel pain
Until I jump in my ride, that's my only escape
Me and my automobiles got these neighbors screaming "Gimme a break!"
It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
Don't be mad cuz
I can't hold my five hundred horses
Lamborginis and
Porches, Ferraris and
Vipers I'mm wipe the seats wit' you drool, and rub the hood wit a diaper
Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank
I mean to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank
Go strap yout seatbelts on, go put ya money up
Go put your life on the line, go put ya honey up
Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys
It's time to play, or better yet brand out the toys; we goin' [Chorus] [Dolla Boy]
I'm in a S
S Super Sport, with the
Four Fifty
Four .45th on the seat, don't get yourself supersoaked
Dependin' on the weather, it may vary - whatever though
Catch me slammin'
Escalade,
Cadillac, to
Chevy do's
And hope I don't, and pull out the
Range Rover
The color of coke and snow,
I blew out the brains on ya
Blew out the game on em', became a misfit
Shame on a b***h, the 726s wouldn't fit
I'm ridin',
I'm high, and
I'm glidin,
I'm lyin',
I'm flyin',
I'm doin 190, it's gon cost to catch us
You see that these diamonds are s*inin', and blingin' and blindin', so let me remind ya it's gon cost to catch up
Who's next up? -
That's us, flow leave you breathless
Pedal to the flo', truck seat won't let up
But if you out ridin' deuces or better
Slow down so them girls can't sweat ya, and let the car go [Chorus] [Bridge x4: Titi Boi] + (Dolla Boy)
Assign your name in the skreet (sign your name in the skreet) [Tity Boi]
I got two miles an hour, so everbody see me
Twenty fours, twenty sixes, twenty eights!
And my rims so big, you would think that is was 3
D Wait' til you see my paint,
I ride around the
A, With 'bout half a tank;
I'm startin' to make so much money,
I work half a day -
I got cash in the safe
I got cash right here,
I'm hard to get my swipe on
And I look like a chandalleur with all this ice on
Pull out the (?) shoot
Catch me blowin' out kush of the roof of the seven deuce
Ridin' hella hoes (hella!) elevador do's (hella)
Gator on the seat (And?) mink on the flo's
If a hater wanna creep,
I got that thing by the do'
And if my chirp go beep, then my thang gon' blow
Playaz Circle -
Titi Boi ridin' on skinny wheels
Bout to trade in the
Quarter til eight, and get the ten till [Chorus x2]