Industrial Ghetto Metal - Ride | Текст песни

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Ride

Awwwwwww Yeahhhhhhh! Rhythmic in here.
The next level comin right now.
I done came too far to turn back now, yo already know.
Time to do it, representin, show em how.
Come on now, Come on now, blaze one on up dawg.
Blaze one up my hittaz!!!

(Chorus)

Gon ride with my hittaz,
Gon fly with my hittaz,
Get high with my hittaz,
Smoke fire with my hittaz,
Gon side with my hittaz,
Gon hit that trigger,
Collect my figure, my figure, figures.

(Verse 1)

Everyday I'm a ride,
Ain't got nothin to hide.
See dog I will skin you alive.
That's how I be do or die.
Down south, it be so thick.
I'm gamin on tricks.
Hey girl can I get a hit,
And put your body in a fit.
Show you what's up
When you backin it up.
Nut in your face and your mind I corrupt.
Freaky ho's in the game.
See I can't change
Just let my nuts hang,
When I bring the pain
For the prize to gain.
I'm a take my fame.
In this rap I'm gonna rearrange.

(Pre Chorus)

Ride in style; me, my partners and my kin of mine.
Ride in style; rollin 20's in the rims of mine.
Ride in style; me, my partners and my kin of mine.
Ride in style; ain't never gonna stop the shine.

(Verse 2)

It's a dirty old game.
And I'll be done gone on insane.
I done felt so much pain.
My mind you want to obtain
You know I be on another plane
I put your brain in a sprain.
I'm a keep it real in my game
And be last to remain
And even after the strain
Boy I'm a get my change
My crown I going retain
I wipe the walls with your blood stains,
time to be bringing the buck buck buck.
Hitta now what's up.

(Chorus X 2)

(Verse 3)

Ridin, Stylin, Profiling,
I'm rolling upon these blades you see
To the left to the right to the east to the west
I'm glancing at these wannabes
Fake ass g's
Don't you see
No nothing about smoking them trees
You act like you do
Just to be selling a record or two
And a hole I'm a chew
When you bringing your crew
Gonna be walking all on through
You another weak tool
Playing the fool
Trying to be cool
Get taking to school
Gonna be true
Cruel intentions
New demension's
Failed to mention
my fist's I'm clenching
Take your life
Just a crook
Making dollars bring the hook.

(Pre Chorus)

(Verse 4)

I be on some other shit
Haters bout to have a fit
Now they wanna test my grip.
Now they wanna come and trip.
Gonna slip I'm about to flip
Blast on they ass
In these streets in these streets it come fast
If you can't take it then you won't last
Real of my hittaz be down for dat cash
Hit on dat bong till its dirty and cashed
Blow out the smoke
While you taking the choke
And you messing with me and you bound to get broke
And you look in my eyes and you see ain't no joke.
Bout to break down cuz i done been provoked.
My spirit arise and my powers awoke.
Be up for awhile
And you ain't gonna stop my style baby.

(Breakdown x 2)

Ridin, Ridin, Ridin, Style
I'm gonna ride
Ridin, Ridin, Ridin, Style

(Chorus X 4)

ain't never gonna stop me now
ain't never gonna stop me
ain't never gonna stop the shine
ain't never gonna stop the shine
ain't never gonna stop me now
ain't never gonna stop me
ain't never gonna stop the shine
Shine


Lyrics by: Heath Joyce (a.k.a. Rhythmic)

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