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foxy brown - ride lyrics

[intro]
let’s get it hype, n-gg-
let’s get it crump
yeah, yeah, yeah

[eightball]
p-ss me them swisher sweets, let’s get it crump
if a n-gg- disrespect me i’mma prove my sh-t and dump
blast ryhmes like i pump, turn your belly to jelly
veteran mc, i don’t think you rookies is ready
three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
i run with suave, always packin’ something to kill with
feel this b-tch, 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 bas-m-nt
choppin boys up, on some puttin’ it in they face sh-t
eight ball, f-a-t m-a-c-k, known for layin’ it down
and doin’ sh-t the playa way
callabo’s of the dough ain’t no secret
sp-ce-age pimpin’ means i don’t do free sh-t
time waits for no one, it ain’t gon’ wait for me
yours truly, signed eightball and mjg

[mjg]
1 -all my hard core n-gg-s, what you want to do?
my real thug–ss n-gg-s, what you want to do?
all my money making b-tches if you ride with me
i’mma pimp ’till i die and i’mma ride for free

now where them real b-tches at
where them real b-tches at
where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

and where my buck n-gg-s at
where my buck n-gg-s at
where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[foxy brown]
i ain’t new to this
d-mn nice b-tch that’s true to this
money ain’t never been a thing to me
always stack my dough, holla back (uh)
-ss fat, thighs thick, t-tties perfect
inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv
y’all know it, sh-t i don’t bluff
and no dough? i don’t f-ck ’em
f-ck i’mma fake for?
make mine’s, i’mma take yours
’cause i’m no n-gg- like love b’fore
make b-tch scream like, gimme some more
if a n-gg- broke, what’d you f-ck him for?
waste of time
it’s like we playette minds
don’t stop, get it get it
b-tches, take it from a real motherf-ckin’ pro
y’all get that dough, we don’t trust these n-gg-s
they gon’ pimp if you let them
from ny to the dirty south
and them b-tches’ dime tight
i got my mind right
and my ice got the shine right
and if it don’t blind b-tches
when them lights h-t the wrist?
you won’t be sticking sh-t
you be lickin’ this

repeat 1

[mjg]
i’m the pimp motherf-cker, 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 bithces a la 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
d-cks get erect like poles, pay the toll
mjg is in control

repeat 1

[juvenile]
peep dis’, you and them boys need to slow down
up in the morning 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, b-tch
i represent it to the end, the same sh-t
n-gg-rs 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 n-gg- -ss if he had to
if you feel the same my n-gg-r, 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, ’cause you too hot ha

repeat 1

[mjg]
where the real ones at? be-atch…
oh, you know how we feel
about all you ‘wanna be’ -ss ghetto super stars
wanna be like ‘me -ss” n-gg-s
tryin’ to be like foxy brown b-tches
i give a f-ck about your intermureal status, motha f-cka
you ain’t n-body
we been doing this, been doin’ this sh-t
we go way back with this baby
talkin’ about this real sh-t on the m-th- f-ckin’ microphone
pimps and hoes and gettin’ money
tricks and hoes and f-ckin’
m-th- f-ckin’ clothes and sh-t ridin’ vogues and sh-t
n-gg- riding on 20’s and sh-t
n-gg- what chu got?
brand new–ssed n-gg-
you don’t know nothin’ about this game
come on

repeat 1 until fade

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