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von Curren$y
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Bitch you can′t pronounce it, don't touch it
I′m tired of these jive ass sucka ass suckas
Tan leather peanut butter paint purple jam smugglers
Get in the jam, your OG's did nothing
Motherfuckers ain't coming, it′s simple, they don′t love ya
'61 Impala creepin′ with the lights off, they finna do something
Better move dummy, you too cool to start running
Aight we see where that get ya
Shit gon' split you like a battle axe hit ya
All them attachments on the ratchet
Make that motherfucker whistle when it′s clappin'
East side, you know where the action
No motion, no traction, we laughin′ at 'em
Ass backwards I go forward, in my Ferrari I'm mashin′
All in the cupholder droppin′ hundred dollar Journ ashes
Sucka ass niggas, where was y'all after this?
Know you like how I slide
Know you see how we move, oh yeah
Baby that′s just how we do it, ah
Ride around, yeah we cruise
Time to break up with the block, I'm a father now
Still′ll break a block down, before they slow me down
M.A dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down
Hustle hard like Puff in that shiny suit
The loc gon′ shine in the dark, I'm a living legend
Just hit the streets of Long Beach, yeah that's my section
Only been home for two years, right back cracking
My niggas having things, whole set active
Know you like how I slide
Know you see how we move, oh yeah
Baby that′s just how we do it, ah
Ride around, yeah we cruise
Left my Porsche parked for the whole winter, it′s my summer car
Sixty on this bitch, look like glitter when I'm in the dark
Even fiends seen what fiends seen, knew I was a star
Apron on, get my ray on, whippin′ up the raw
Chef on mine like I'm Bobby Flay when it′s chef-in' time
In the kitchen, dancin′ on the chicken like a second line
Think I put too much on him, he passed out on half a line
Still was outside my momma house, I damn near had a line
Player with it, I ain't lyin', ladies always had time
′Fore I even had a dime, all them hoes I had was dimes
Court side in my jet life, rep the set on mine
Super high in that bow tie, drop my vector time
Cuban on, this one two-tone, might go put two on
Money long, whole team strong, might go put you on
Runnin′ to you, ain't gon′ run behind you, just don't take too long
Bitch I see you choosin′, I ain't rushin′, just don't take too long
Know you like how I slide
Know you see how we move, oh yeah
Baby that's just how we do it, ah
Ride around, yeah we cruise
Writer(s): Delmar Drew Arnaud, Andre Romell Young, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Marshall Eugene Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks, Gregory A. Webster, Walter Morrison, Marvin R. Pierce, Clarence Satchell, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, Eric Collins, Karim Kharbouch, Le Roy Roosevelt Bonner, Norman Bruce Napier, Ashton Bryce Vines, Baruch Nembhard, Johnathan Jamall Porter, Tione Merritt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

