Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese and gettin' my dick sucked Still makin' cheese, ridin' clean and gettin' my dick sucked Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese
? Country boys, city boys Cadillacs, Rolly Royce Whatever, long as we ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long walk, now that we ridin
Ave.) I'm ridin vogues (Sittin on leather with my shit together) I'm ridin fo's (I'm doin dirty while I'm "Ridin' Dirty") I'm ridin slow (Sittin on buck
lookin? in my rearview, ridin' Lookin? in my rearview, ridin' I wanna right all my wrongs What's done I can't redo I'm just, lookin? in my rearview, ridin' Lookin? in my rearview, ridin
They shootin' This is the sound baby We ridin' on these bitch ass niggaz Joe Crack, here we go La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la,
I was just out of the service thumbing through the classifieds When an ad that said:"Old Chevy" somehow caught my eye The lady didn't know the year,or
Yeah, Valentin (Chrous) Baby when we make love and when we're done you leave scratches over my body ??? You leave scratches (on my back) Scratches (
m ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
. Gone Ridin'. Well I broke up with my baby, told myself I won't cry. Broke up with my baby, told myself a lie. And I'm gone, gone, gone. Gone Ridin'.
Ridin with the windows down rollin through the city got the weed goin round with the most dope with me simply gettin high like its 1969 imma be grindin
[Chorus] Just, just, just... Just ridin', ridin'... Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus Just ridin', ridin'... I'm feelin' you, you feelin'
with me Hope you don't mind bein' three Pull up your dress and kick off your shoes You're gonna have a god time ridin' with the blues Goin' to take
The scratches of a dark night The rashes of foresight And I wanted you The weight of my freezing I had come to you The face I was given I have no similarities
Back off, back off and mek di breeze cool mi off (x4) Hey, ey, this yuh know, mi haffi seh Oh alright (x2) Heeyy, hmmm, mmm, heeeyy Ia??m reminiscing
Y'all fake mounted ass niggas ridin' D's, we stop ridin' D's in '99 (Check check) put dat Lil' boy shit up (So So Def) (Chorus x2) If ya ridin' rims,
the work ain't even gotta touch My money come in stacks (Stacks) And I know just how to get it man A low profile, might be ridin a Honda Civic man You
black top highway movin' past a no man's land. All alone on the black top highway. Movin' just as fast as he can, ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb. Left his