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Мова пісні: Англійська
How Should I Ride |
| 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 makin' airplanes outta fifties just for fun |
| The boat, the plane, the Viper man |
| The 4 TV’s in the black Range |
| A black boy havin' 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 trailin' 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 ridin' 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 clockin' a hundred G’s a week |
| I boat the yacht, and a screen TV |
| And put my face on the hood of the muthafuckin' Humvee |
| So you niggaz could see me |
| I’m bout to do somethin' dangerous |
| I took the steerin' 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 restin' in peace |
| 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 rangin' |
| I’m playin' cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain’t fakin' |
| Wanna hang wit' B and Slim gotta have 10 G’s |
| Cause them niggaz spend money like it grow on trees |
| We ballin' got cars from every company |
| Expedition, Rams, even a Humvee |
| Ain’t that somethin' 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 nothin' 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 matchin' 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 comin' through |
| Man that' 'lac in the Jag, yeah and I’m sittin' on 20's too |
| Livin' 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 |
| Buyin' 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 |