Ride with You

Lyrics

(feat. Daz, Mike Wilson)
 [talking]
 Yeah, Daz Dilinger, E.S.G., Slim Thug
 Doing it up real big, ha-ha
 What's going down my nigga
 [E.S.G.]
 Let me see you holla-holla, if you love the summer time
 Hit the detail shop, get your drop top shine
 Ain't no subways here, it's thugs down here
 20 inch dubs, what we love down here
 The best part of year, bout the end of May
 Now the best thing to see, MLK on Sunday
 Candy spray on gray, playing Playstation 2
 Looking good when I come through, I smell barbecue
 E.S.G. true-true, pop roof purple Sprite
 Sin in the Benz, rims circle at the light
 Cardier filled with ice, got a cooler full of comas
 Say playboy, you know the blades are the old ones
 AME's, on the SUV's
 DVD's, with the five T.V.'s
 Maaan, off the showroom flo'
 I love the thug life, boy you already know
 [Hook: Mike Wilson]
 I wanna ride with you, Southside
 That sticky green I'm looking clean, let's ride
 I wanna floss with you, Northside
 From H-Town to L.A
 [Daz]
 See ain't no feeling like it's feeling, when you balling and you chilling
 Stacking chips by the minute, see the hoes straight grinning
 Hit the 59, puffing a pound
 Hit the 6-10, now I'm in the wind again
 Hit up E.S.G. and Slim Thug, prolly smoke rims up
 So fresh and so clean, I hit couple my friends up
 Now a G at St. Claire what's up Sin (heey)
 The sticky Mary do way, everyday all day
 I'm so serious about it no doubt it, if you a G straight shout it
 Put your pistols in the air, and be about it
 This way and that way, sideways on the highway
 Motherfucker, I do it my way
 You see what you see, is just what you get
 E.S.G. and Slim Thug and Daz, dropping gangsta shit
 [Hook]
 [Slim Thug]
 The sunshine got me tan, while I head to the sand
 Top down music playing, wood grain in my hand
 It's summer time, so I feel like I gotta shine
 Candy do's glass 4's, with the fifth reclined
 Popping trunks on swang, is how we clown in that Tex
 From my wrist to neck, I'm invisible sets
 Nothing less, Slim Thug the flow pro rapper
 As I head to the Kappa, 4 swangas and adapters
 (turning heads while we crawl, up and down the C-Wall)
 From now on my mind set, to just ball ball ball
 I hit the mall like whatever, what I want I get
 I never run out of cheddar, cause my stash too thick
 From H-Town to L.A., L.A. to V.A
 Represent where you're staying, let me see how you play
 Now make way for the city, that love to po' up
 Cause H-Town and Boss Hogg, is about to blow up
 [Hook]
 See what you see, is just what you get
 It's just that Thug and Daz, dropping gangsta shit
 [talking]
 Biatch yeah, E.S.G., Slim Thug, Daz Dillinger
 Running the South, the North, the West, the East yeah
 Put your hands up, all my bitches put your hands up
 Real gangstas put your hands up, yeah

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Song Details

Duration
03:47
Key
1
Tempo
98 BPM

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