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Ride (down South)

Let's get it hype, nigga

Let's get it crump

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it crump

If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma prove my shit and dump

Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly

Veteran M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready

Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal with

I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to kill with

Feel this bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still hustle

Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel

Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement

Choppin' boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit

Eight ball, F A T M A C K, known for layin' it down

And doin' shit the playa way

Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret

Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do free shit

Time waits for no one, it ain't gon wait for me

Yours truly, signed Eightball and M.J.G.

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?

All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me

I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?

Where them real bitches at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at?

Where my buck niggas at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

I ain't new to this, damn nice, bitch, that's true to this

Money ain't never been a thing to me

Always stack my dough, holla back

Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect

Inhale the cheese, from here to Tel Aviv

Y'all know it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough

I don't fuck 'em, fuck I'mma fake for

Make mine's, I'mma take yours

'Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore

Make bitch scream like, gimme some more

If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?

Waste of time

It's like we playette minds

Don't stop, get it get it

Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro

Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas

They gon' pimp if you let them

From N.Y. to the Dirty South

And them bitches' dime tight

I got my mind right

And my ice got the shine right

And if it don't blind bitches

When them lights hit the wrist

You won't be stickin' shit, you be lickin' this

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?

All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me

I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?

Where them real bitches at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at?

Where my buck niggas at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby

Ice cold, stories so high, I pimp the whole village twice

So tight fold crease right on the President's nose

Pimp clothes, drinkin' straight henney' and buckstrum

Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose

Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those pros, slam those

Game tied tight like bows, we never close

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four

Hand chose bitches a L.A. mode, gettin' sold

Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed

Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl

Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old

Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go

Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros, we're pushin' hoes

Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll

M.J.G. is in control

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?

All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me

I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?

Where them real bitches at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at?

Where my buck niggas at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down

Up in the mornin' in the court, it's 'bout to go down

There's no remorse now, better expose rounds

Them jackets be on the lose until' the dope is found

Juvenile's my name, bitch

I represent it to the end, the same, shit

Niggers don't be wearin' suits on theses blocks

All you see is your boys and Reeboks

A thin hat to the back with a strap too

Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to

If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy

Blocka, blocka, blocka, better get up off the block, boy

Call for the cops, boy, your mommy or pops, boy

Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot, boy

You want props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha

You in a cell block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?

All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me

I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?

Where them real bitches at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at?

Where my buck niggas at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

Where the real one's at, bitch?

Oh, you know how we feel

About all you wanna be ass ghetto superstars

Wanna be like, "Me ass" niggas

Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches

I give a fuck about your intermureal status, mothafucka

You ain't nobody

We been doin' this, been doin' this shit

We go way back with this, baby

Talkin' about this real shit on the muthafuckin' microphone

Pimps and hoes and gettin' money

Tricks and hoes and fuckin'

Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit

Nigga ridin' on 20's and shit

Nigga whatchu got? Brand new-assed nigga

You don't know nothin' about this game

Come on

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?

All my money makin' bitches, if you ride with me

I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at?

Where them real bitches at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at?

Where my buck niggas at?

Where they at, where they at, where they at?

Where my bitches at?

All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?

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