Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive (3X)] Ain't nothing change but the weather And the temp tag sequence of letters and numbers on my Chevelle You can ride
inside of my mind I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine I know this now, the good ones ride But I need that diss, I need that rhyme I'm stealin'
still in the sky, since you walked on by I'm feelin high, got my imagination flickerin like hot flames it's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the
a session Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin' We got in a conversation she said she a 107 Just her presence was a blessing
is still in the sky, since you walked on by I'm feelin high, got my imagination flickerin like hot flames it's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the
see me with that text! (text!) [Surreal:] I bet the neighbors know his name the way he beat it out the frame (frame!) Surreal ride it like an 8-0-8, that
zippa she aint trill she get him in the face when its him or i. nigga you know what im about you who sight it im gonna ride i burn the side use my highs
in the sky, since you walked on by I'm feelin high, got my imagination flickerin like hot flames It's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the Coltrane
Unit on an ill ass invasion Kid Crooklyn style, Premo production The greatest men walking, fuck all them their assumptions Yo, call me the king, the presence
scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal It feel good to you baby, bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker Now follow as we ride
questionz are often asked A drop top, 500 benz and plenty cash to help a nigga get that ass (Richie Rich) You can ride a smoke ho to get ya lobster and
in ya brown tee My hundred throwback we sport a jersey by Ali And if he make one (hell naw that dont sike me) I'm all about my cash ride around wit
Bet ya man can't do it like that (Like that?) I make you scream papa (You the best dada) Yeah, uh, uh, yo Paradin' in the Palladium All eyes on my presence
by the lil' homie in the Regal It feels good to you, baby bubba You see ya' vicious for the G's and the keys, mothafucka Now holla as we ride, mothafuck
him on the third night, when fortune gives People ride, people ride Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 Ride! Ride! Ride! Ride! Ride
, no, no, no) Don't give me these mansions, Lord, let us live (No, no, no, no, no, no, no) Don't hate me, just let me ride Lord, just give me light I
the jungle Y'all don't wanna step inside the ring in this rumble Empires will crumble Platinum rappers are humbles Pissin' on you peasants Whenever we make our presence
blows The absence of a mobster's presence is the reason she chose As the Regency rolls, it rolls, the pearl white O's mobile Shit, I'ma ride high till