Текст (слова) песни: Foxy Brown - Ride

[intro]

Lets get it hype, nigga

Lets get it crump

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[eightball]

Pass me them swisher sweets, lets get it crump

If a nigga disrespect me imma prove my shit and dump

Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly

Veteran mc, I dont think you rookies is ready

Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit

I run with suave, always packin something to kill with

Feel this bitch, when I get rich imma still hustle

Go down in history, paper taller then bill russel

Kilo flows, I got em hid in the basement

Choppin boys up, on some puttin it in they face shit

Eight ball, f-a-t m-a-c-k, known for layin it down

And doin shit the playa way

Callabos of the dough aint no secret

Space-age pimpin means I dont do free shit

Time waits for no one, it aint gon wait for me

Yours truly, signed eightball and mjg

[mjg]

1 - all my hard core niggas, what you want to do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?

All my money making bitches if you ride with me

Imma pimp till I die and imma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at

Where them real bitches at

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at

Where my buck niggas at

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[foxy brown]

I aint new to this

Damn nice bitch thats true to this

Money aint never been a thing to me

Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)

Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect

Inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv

Yall know it, shit I dont bluff

And no dough? I dont fuck em

Fuck imma fake for?

Make mines, imma take yours

Cuz Im no nigga like love bfore

Make bitch scream like, gimme some more

If a nigga broke, whatd you fuck him for?

Waste of time

Its like we playette minds

Dont stop, get it get it

Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin pro

Yall get that dough, we dont trust these niggas

They gon pimp if you let them

From ny to the dirty south

And them bitches dime tight

I got my mind right

And my ice got the shine right

And if it dont blind bitches

When them lights hit the wrist?

You wont be sticking shit

You be lickin this

Repeat 1

[mjg]

Im the pimp motherfucker, baby

Ice cold, stories so high

I pimp the whole village twice

So tight fold crease right on the presidents nose

Pimp clothes, drinkin straight henneyand buckstrum

Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose

Break a treat, make em pay to enter those

Pros, slam those

Game tied tight like bows, we never close

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four

Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin sold

Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin blowed

Keep it froze, tucked up in a tupperware bowl

Stick of gold, somethin from the school of the old

Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go

Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros

Were pushin hoes

Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll

Mjg is in control

Repeat 1

[juvenile]

Peep dis, you and them boys need to slow down

Up in the morning in the court, its bout to go down

Theres no remorse now, better expose rounds

Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found

Juveniles my name, bitch

I represent it to the end, the same shit

Niggers dont be wearin suits on theses blocks

All you see is your boys and reeboks

A thin hat to the back with a strap too

Willin to bust a nigga ass if he had to

If you feel the same my nigger, yous a hot boy

Blocka, blocka, blocka

Better get up off the block, boy

Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy

Cash wasnt a million, never hit the spot boy

You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha

You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha

Repeat 1

[mjg]

Where the real ones at? be-atch...

Oh, you know how we feel

About all you wanna be ass ghetto super stars

Wanna be like me ass" niggas

Tryin to be like foxy brown bitches

I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka

You aint nobody

We been doing this, been doin this shit

We go way back with this baby

Talkin about this real shit on the mutha fuckin microphone

Pimps and hoes and gettin money

Tricks and hoes and fuckin

Mutha fuckin clothes and shit ridin vogues and shit

Nigga riding on 20s and shit

Nigga what chu got?

Brand new-assed nigga

You dont know nothin about this game

Come on

Repeat 1 until fade

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Foxy Brown - Ride [intro] Lets get it hype, nigga Lets get it crump Yeah, yeah, yeah [eightball] Pass me them swisher sweets, lets get it crump If a nigga disrespect me imma prove my shit and dump Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran mc, I dont think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit I run with suave, always packin something to kill with Feel this bitch, when I get rich imma still hustle Go down in history, paper taller then bill russel Kilo flows, I got em hid in the basement Choppin boys up, on some puttin it in they face shit Eight ball, f-a-t m-a-c-k, known for layin it down And doin shit the playa way Callabos of the dough aint no secret Space-age pimpin means I dont do free shit Time waits for no one, it aint gon wait for me Yours truly, signed eightball and mjg [mjg] 1 - all my hard core niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me Imma pimp till I die and imma ride for free Now where them real bitches at Where them real bitches at Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? And where my buck niggas at Where my buck niggas at Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on [foxy brown] I aint new to this Damn nice bitch thats true to this Money aint never been a thing to me Always stack my dough, holla back (uh) Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect Inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv Yall know it, shit I dont bluff And no dough? I dont fuck em Fuck imma fake for? Make mines, imma take yours Cuz Im no nigga like love bfore Make bitch scream like, gimme some more If a nigga broke, whatd you fuck him for? Waste of time Its like we playette minds Dont stop, get it get it Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin pro Yall get that dough, we dont trust these niggas They gon pimp if you let them From ny to the dirty south And them bitches dime tight I got my mind right And my ice got the shine right And if it dont blind bitches When them lights hit the wrist? You wont be sticking shit You be lickin this Repeat 1 [mjg] Im the pimp motherfucker, baby Ice cold, stories so high I pimp the whole village twice So tight fold crease right on the presidents nose Pimp clothes, drinkin straight henneyand buckstrum Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose Break a treat, make em pay to enter those Pros, slam those Game tied tight like bows, we never close Three-sixty-five, twenty-four Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin sold Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin blowed Keep it froze, tucked up in a tupperware bowl Stick of gold, somethin from the school of the old Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros Were pushin hoes Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll Mjg is in control Repeat 1 [juvenile] Peep dis, you and them boys need to slow down Up in the morning in the court, its bout to go down Theres no remorse now, better expose rounds Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found Juveniles my name, bitch I represent it to the end, the same shit Niggers dont be wearin suits on theses blocks All you see is your boys and reeboks A thin hat to the back with a strap too Willin to bust a nigga ass if he had to If you feel the same my nigger, yous a hot boy Blocka, blocka, blocka Better get up off the block, boy Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy Cash wasnt a million, never hit the spot boy You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha Repeat 1 [mjg] Where the real ones at? be-atch... Oh, you know how we feel About all you wanna be ass ghetto super stars Wanna be like me ass" niggas Tryin to be like foxy brown bitches I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka You aint nobody We been doing this, been doin this shit We go way back with this baby Talkin about this real shit on the mutha fuckin microphone Pimps and hoes and gettin money Tricks and hoes and fuckin Mutha fuckin clothes and shit ridin vogues and shit Nigga riding on 20s and shit Nigga what chu got? Brand new-assed nigga You dont know nothin about this game Come on Repeat 1 until fade Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ride: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/105/1/4057.html Все тексты песен: Foxy Brown » Foxy Brown - Intro » Foxy Brown - I Gotta Know » Foxy Brown - Saddest Day » Foxy Brown - Interlude... The Set Up » Foxy Brown - Intro... 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