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ice – t – ridin’ low lyrics

(feat. feddi de marco)

[intro:]
[feddi] ohhh! uhh.. yeah!!
[ice-t] it’s going down, baby
[feddi] it feels good, man
[ice-t] feddi de marco
[feddi] uhh.. stop feeling different music, man
[ice-t] uhh.. iceberg, kid
[feddi] i’m cali’ tipping, man
[ice-t] yeah!
[feddi] uhh, just get by the mic and just start..
[ice-t] yo feddi, how you’re riding, baby?

[verse 1: feddi de marco]
uhha, i’m in a starburst 64 riding low
on them gold daytonas and i’m sliding slow
you ain’t nothing like me, so what you’re eying me for?
that b-tch you’re with looking, keep your eye in your wh-r-
it’s all about feddi, when the chevy raised
with a b-tch on the blade, to keep me heavy paid
black seven trey, blue bandanna
dipped in search, looking for jewels like it’s owned by santayana
great pounds down the zones and a bag of grand zag
raw ounce and; i’m sure bouncing, yeah, forty ounce
and liquor pour like water fountains
for all the late night body counting
this n-gg- got the urge and the tendency
to do with me, seventeen upwards in a key (d-mn!)
with my blood, b-tch i’m sleeping with the enemy (sh-t!)
i call that bomb p-ssy off the hennessey
differ the mode, same old sh-t
you’re slipping, who hit you? – the same old b-tch
she caught pimping, when i’m flipping cocaine bricks
more bounce to the ounce that gold frame lifts so..

[chorus #1: ice-t]
i’m in that bentley gt riding low
twenty four ctcs and i’m sliding slow
you ain’t nothing like me, so what you’re eying me for?
that b-tch you’re with looking, keep your eye in your wh-r-

[chorus #2: feddi de marco]
i’m in a starburst 64 riding low
on them gold daytonas and i’m sliding slow
you ain’t nothing like me, so what you’re eying me for?
that b-tch you’re with looking, keep your eye in your wh-r-

[verse 2: feddi de marco]
living in a coupe de west, gotta keep a sniff in the vest
cause you can’t [?] on the stretch
rotten khaki and denim, f-ck! them excellent mats
i got b-tches, the ones who blow the whistles the best (ohhh!)
yes, i keep the heels clicking, til i get a meal ticket
b-tch can’t get nothing from feel different, real pimping
banging notorious, ablution n-gg-, who shot you?
no! it’s more like who killed you n-gg-?

[verse 3: ice-t]
i don’t know why, but i’m so d-mn fly
why you’re staring at my whips n-gg-, they’re easy to buy
put your b-tch out on the corner, pop her -ss in the air
get her head game cracking, but you’re probably care (so)
i’m; a bullguard gripped the wood grain hard
baby, ride with my n-gg-z like we’re still in the yard
gangsters, bloods and crips, all about my chips
my continental is so low that it scr-pes in the dips (uhh!)

[chorus #1: ice-t]

[chorus #2: feddi de marco]

[verse 4: ice-t]
you can’t see me, can’t touch me – don’t bother
i bust nuts back in the eighties, probably your father
everything i ride is low, dropped to the ground
ask your b-tch about me, tightest n-gg- in town
i park treys in my front yard, riding the gr-ss
light up your whole block, drop the -ss
i pressure gates, fool, convertible roof
nowadays, catch me in that bentley coupe
i love looking out my tint, at you haters on the curb
punk -ss, get your weight up, get some crack and serve
i might swerve into another lane, f-cking with my navy
cops can’t pull me over, cause i never touched the cavi’
iceberg, i roll rims through the suburbs
you hear shots, that’s feddi and watts
straight pimping baby, play the whole bubble for real
y’all simping, while i’m twisting on my gt wheel

[chorus #1: ice-t]

[chorus #2: feddi de marco]

[ice-t]
ohh! yo, feddi my n-gg-, let me ride that four, man
i feel like tickling them switches man

[feddi] there’s no problem
[ice-t] yeah, n-gg-
[feddi] it’s behind that range, n-gg-
[ice-t] yeah, you know you can roll, n-gg-
[feddi] i know that
[ice-t] throw me them keys, here you go
[feddi] that’s right
[ice-t] easy on the dips, my sh-t is low baby
[feddi] i know n-gg-, you don’t do sh-t n-gg-, i got you

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