Ride With Me Songtext
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Ride With Me Songtext
That′s right
Lil' young nigga doin′ dumb shit
You know what time it is
Young, wild as a motherfucker in the ghetto streets
Takin' penitentiary chances
Makin' lil′ advances, but that′s circumstances of the streets
You know what I mean?
But we gon' look at this shit from the car, nigga
If you wanna ride with me
I′ll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
Come on
Back in the days when I was young and hungry
Tryna get my hustle on tight
They say more money brings us problems, so we fuss and we fight
Quick to take flight, hustler from out the womb
Grab my pistol, clear the room
My cousin and them thought I was buggin', all of a sudden
They label me a fuckin′ outcast, when really
All I was tryna do is scuffle my cash
They say I move too fast, I think they hustle too slow
Stuck out in these lonely streets without no place to go
Mama put me on the streets, daddy left us for dead
My brother in the hospital with two shots to the head
Paralyzed from the waist down, niggas left him face down
Mama, these streets ain't safe now, I′m catchin' cases now
So unorderly, got sent to the fuckin' youth authority
Did two years and a half, man, and all I did was laugh
Couldn′t understand it, I used to think that shit was fly
Gettin′ high with a block full of G's, hop in the car with me
If you wanna ride with me
I′ll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
If you wanna ride with me
I'll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
Now it′s 1989, back on the streets and I'm lookin′ to bubble
But it seems with all these G's, all I'm findin′ is trouble
No doubt, I used to think my paper route was all about
Goin′ to collect my money, sockin' niggas in they mouth
Bing-bing, definitely doin′ the wrong thing
How much money can I bring from this telephone ring?
And peep the whole scene
That was a call from big Jake, nigga
Had all the cake, wanted me to move some weight for him
Took him up on it, this lavish lifestyle
Dealin' with niggas′ bitches and jealousy now
Just like that, my whole life in another direction
Bitches with no love finally show me affection
I'll tell you, player, it′s a cold world
Goin' for mine, so really, ain't got no time for you jealous girls
I′m probably nervous ′cause I fear you
I'm peepin′ all you scandalous bitches through my rearview
Look and get a clear view
If you wanna ride with me
I'll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
If you wanna ride with me
I′ll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
Now I got time for no more games, I know that the chips is fallin'
Now I′m boss-ballin' in V-12's and 4.6′s
Range Rover, my life, I had to sign it over as a full-time player
You know, shit like that there, some niggas beg to differ
That′s when I move swifter
And let the top down, roll with Claudia Schiffer
Or Naomi, homie, we be them Tommy real niggas
Choppin' game up in the Mambo Club with Hilfiger
What the deal, nigga?
It′s like you don't want me to ball, but see, I can erase you all
With a fuckin′ phone call, simple and plain
'Cause I got more money to gain, especially the fame
And we can move on to things like a better livin′
More of a plushed atmosphere, come on
Hop in the car, ain't nothin' but players in here
Ghetto superstars, baby, you lookin′ so stuntin′
We got a long way to go to get there, you comin'?
If you wanna ride with me
I′ll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
If you wanna ride with me
I'll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
If you wanna ride with me
I′ll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
If you wanna ride with me
I'll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
Jazze
You know you most definitely in the car, nigga
Uh, Capitan Lil Yano
Wheelin′ and steerin' this motherfucker
Takin' you on a motherfuckin′ ghetto tour
Yeah, somethin′ you can endure
And live and roll on forever, baby
Here we go
Lil' young nigga doin′ dumb shit
You know what time it is
Young, wild as a motherfucker in the ghetto streets
Takin' penitentiary chances
Makin' lil′ advances, but that′s circumstances of the streets
You know what I mean?
But we gon' look at this shit from the car, nigga
If you wanna ride with me
I′ll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
Come on
Back in the days when I was young and hungry
Tryna get my hustle on tight
They say more money brings us problems, so we fuss and we fight
Quick to take flight, hustler from out the womb
Grab my pistol, clear the room
My cousin and them thought I was buggin', all of a sudden
They label me a fuckin′ outcast, when really
All I was tryna do is scuffle my cash
They say I move too fast, I think they hustle too slow
Stuck out in these lonely streets without no place to go
Mama put me on the streets, daddy left us for dead
My brother in the hospital with two shots to the head
Paralyzed from the waist down, niggas left him face down
Mama, these streets ain't safe now, I′m catchin' cases now
So unorderly, got sent to the fuckin' youth authority
Did two years and a half, man, and all I did was laugh
Couldn′t understand it, I used to think that shit was fly
Gettin′ high with a block full of G's, hop in the car with me
If you wanna ride with me
I′ll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
If you wanna ride with me
I'll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
Now it′s 1989, back on the streets and I'm lookin′ to bubble
But it seems with all these G's, all I'm findin′ is trouble
No doubt, I used to think my paper route was all about
Goin′ to collect my money, sockin' niggas in they mouth
Bing-bing, definitely doin′ the wrong thing
How much money can I bring from this telephone ring?
And peep the whole scene
That was a call from big Jake, nigga
Had all the cake, wanted me to move some weight for him
Took him up on it, this lavish lifestyle
Dealin' with niggas′ bitches and jealousy now
Just like that, my whole life in another direction
Bitches with no love finally show me affection
I'll tell you, player, it′s a cold world
Goin' for mine, so really, ain't got no time for you jealous girls
I′m probably nervous ′cause I fear you
I'm peepin′ all you scandalous bitches through my rearview
Look and get a clear view
If you wanna ride with me
I'll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
If you wanna ride with me
I′ll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
Now I got time for no more games, I know that the chips is fallin'
Now I′m boss-ballin' in V-12's and 4.6′s
Range Rover, my life, I had to sign it over as a full-time player
You know, shit like that there, some niggas beg to differ
That′s when I move swifter
And let the top down, roll with Claudia Schiffer
Or Naomi, homie, we be them Tommy real niggas
Choppin' game up in the Mambo Club with Hilfiger
What the deal, nigga?
It′s like you don't want me to ball, but see, I can erase you all
With a fuckin′ phone call, simple and plain
'Cause I got more money to gain, especially the fame
And we can move on to things like a better livin′
More of a plushed atmosphere, come on
Hop in the car, ain't nothin' but players in here
Ghetto superstars, baby, you lookin′ so stuntin′
We got a long way to go to get there, you comin'?
If you wanna ride with me
I′ll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
If you wanna ride with me
I'll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
If you wanna ride with me
I′ll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
If you wanna ride with me
I'll put the pedal to the floor
So many places we can go
So many people we can see
Jazze
You know you most definitely in the car, nigga
Uh, Capitan Lil Yano
Wheelin′ and steerin' this motherfucker
Takin' you on a motherfuckin′ ghetto tour
Yeah, somethin′ you can endure
And live and roll on forever, baby
Here we go
Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Keith Mcmasters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

