a playa 'cuz I'm ridin' wit bash I already, I pull up on Pirelli drippin' candy paint and jelly I stop, at Chimmy Chan's and throw sumthing in my belly
huntin'? We's goin' chicken huntin' Cut a motherfuckin' chicken up, right I went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hot collared bitch named Bucky Ridin
money, gotta get that money money money money money [Bizzy Bone] I don't give a fuck what they sayin! Buck buck buck buuuuuuck! I'm ridin a Caddy and
his BELLY Been dissed like this since MAKAVELLI (2Pac) Now in dayz nigga, Ya rappin' is way worse then ya actin' in BELLY It's set!!! [Chorus]
wanna live an' he loves his kids We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock Gimme the key, run up in your spot Like you on your belly, gimme the
Washin' dishes, rubbin' floors Doin' chores for a nigga Open doors for a nigga Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a nigga At the motelly, got you on your belly
i do the damn thang but i don't do that but ima put it in my life no matter where im at if im ridin in my benz or im ridin in my lac ima ride to the
) You aint no slob (no) You got them benifits (yeah) You dont take no shhhhh (no) You stack your chips (yeah) You drive in brand new wheels (yeah) You ridin
' that banner 'n bone ('N bone) Ridin' dirty 'cuz the south side high Regals, Cadilacs, woodgrains and leather Alright, on my thang call my crusher Keep ridin
Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' that crist' Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that
closet for my blue Velour suit Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on, ohh Ridin' down the street
bathin' apes, check, outfit, check No need to iron, might need to iron Wit these jewels on, it?s likely they'll be iron Ask mami dancin' beside me if she ridin
smash I don't mean to drive fast but I'm in a Jag Catch me speedin' up the block flossin', showin' my golds Wit me drop top ridin' 'til me [unverified
A man smokes and a dog stretches a woman works and a kid kvetches I'm ridin' on a road that stretches over the border to america Over the border to america
niggaz tryin to get at me, uh-uh I never sweat B This world is chilly but Willies could never catch me Although you wasn't ready still ridin for you
I-give-it-to-you 'Cause they want some too, they want a sample of dat! Mr. Splack-her-belly-when-I'm-breakin-yo-back You tappin out on a mat, I got 'em ringin a bell
run a train First find a mate Second find a place Third find a bag To hide the hoe face It's bout 2-0-9, I'm ridin' Viper Tryin' to find somethin'