So u think it ain't right The way I give mine And what you describe Well let me tell u like this When I didn't have nothing There weren't nobody giving me nothing So I had to make something happen The only way I know how Was probably go down cos everybody was singin' and rappin' I get my ride on
(chorus) Ride on (ride on) with all of my niggas So what u hear me say Right one, cos it's bout to get bigger But I still gotto ride on To get up on top cos he told me not to leave it a lot That must keep lights on
I was reading in the paper yesterday Say they cleaning up the streets around my way To many niggas on the corner Couldn't make no money if u wonna And not one time riding through everyday So I'm thinking like Things bout to get a whole lot better Black 64 with a truck full of chedder Picture my homies all born in the ghetto With a packet off iceburg sweat Listen to me When my mama stop working I can stop this shit But until that day u gotta deal with this I told y'all I'm a stay real with this Still make a couple mil with this
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(rap by lil' wayne)
On good times this stuff Is often meter Warn your people Wayne is a walking heater Flames all over The games all over I told y'all niggas Now your reigns all over Listen, don't play with me That's cos I strap up quick But holla tips And glack clips And my niggas they don't spray quickly Thats cos I kiss my ride on It time to kill niggas cos the lights on Bandana tied on Plant em over ice Ten I brick the price It's raw with no slice I'm duckin' blue and whites And yellow drive presser Guns off my dresser Set em on my leather See I just told m to ride like that So I'm a be like that Thats how I get come weaziwee like that I'm from the streets like that And on these streets I'm gonna die The g-code is what we live by For every buy
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