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Текст (слова) песни: Lil` flip - Check (Let`s Ride)

[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
I got my converse check, my pistol check
my vest, plus I got VS1`s around my neck
the respect come first then the money and the power
we got more cake to make let`s ride

[Verse 1]
They thought I`d be another one hit wonder
until I pulled up to the VMA`s in one big Hummer
you know I`m a big stunna just like Baby fool
brand new Bentley Fanna what color?-baby blue
Uh Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make
you thinking Condo I`m thinking fifty-eight to a state
you got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake
What, what where I`m from we like our music screwed up
Uh, the blades chop we use jewerly and stage props
we hate cops(why)cause everyday we get stopped
for ridin spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me
you try to jack me for my `Lac they gon`miss you homey

[Chorus]

(talking)
Yo Will-Lean let`s roll man(Let`s ride)
we gotta go homey(Let`s ride)
you know how we do it though(Let`s ride)
(tires screech)

[Verse 2]
Uh I`m too street go pop-but I pop heat in the street
I`m not braggin, G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep
customized, bubble eyed with DVD`s in the head rest
look I hope you potty-trained cause the tech`ll leave you wet
let`s make a bet I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot
fifty weeks on the Billboard dogg I`m too hot
but when I do drop you better move out `cause I`m comin
niggaz like roaches when the lights on they runnin
ten years and gunnin just like M.O.P
fuck strugglin-I get my publishin ain`t shit for free
I get that big bread, I`m making big chips
you get killed at the beginnin I get them big strips

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I`m a diplomat like Jim Jones, Nextels and sprint phones
I`m tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone
I`m harder then ya`ll better yet I`m smarter then ya`ll
I don`t need yo ass nigga-regardless I ball
I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit
Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it
you know I drop hits every time I spitt fire
whoever told you I ain`t ballin-a damn lier

[Chorus]

(talking)
Haha let`s ride you know I make the music
you can ride to, get high to, get fly to
yeah like them Ruff Ryder niggaz
I make that shit you can ride-or-die to
holla at ya boy, Houston we have a problem
red spider on the B-we gettin cheddar now we on another level now haha

 

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