Let`s Ride Lyrics

Let`s Ride lyrics

[Canibus]

 Yo, yo

 If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks

 My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat

 The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so deep

 Most critics get mad because there's nothin to critique

 Whenever I'm rappin or rhymin

 with irrefutably remarkable timin

 I'm like, Charlie Chaplin pantomimin

 If you John Blaze, or you James Flames

 or you Jack Cremation, I'm Jermaine Propane (Jermaine Propane)

 No pain no gain in this rap game

 For the fortune and fame in order to remain

 Most real MC's, learn to adapt to the change

 or get washed away like tears in the rain, in the rain y'all

 

 Chorus: Wyclef, Product, Pras

 

 [Clef]	Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride

 	Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride

 [Pro]	When you in the streets and you're drivin in your V

 	if you can see what I see, you're prepared for the jackers

 [Can]	Old school, old school

 [Pras]	Everybody got to pack a mac now

 

 [Canibus]

 Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow

 when I rip a show, with my lyric-al, I'ma let you know

 It's difficult, cause I'm a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle

 And I'ma blackout in a minute too

 Spittin like Bone-Thugs like 

 "Nigga-what?  I'm-fin-to-get-a-gun and stick-em-up"

 then crush a Thug's Bones with a chrome slug

 The black Cyrano DeBergerac of rap

 with the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax

 In fact, nigga don't even give me dap when I see you

 Just don't give me no ice grill eye contact either

 When you see me, whylin like Beenie on the speakers

 "Zim zimma -- who got the fire for my reefa?"

 

 Chorus: Product, Pras, Wyclef

 

 [Pro]	You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib

 	And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate

 [Can]	Old school old school

 [Pras]	You locked up and she need some di-ick

 [Clef]	Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e'rybody just ride

 	Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride

 

 [Canibus]

 Yo physically I move at a velocity

 that'll break your stopwatch if you clockin me

 My concrete jungle is like Jumanji

 Iller than what you seen in the cinema

 A five foot eight, nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders

 My brain consists of twin Pentium chips

 Double the clock speeds of a 586

 And nothin about my physical matrix is BASIC

 I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin

 You'll be so surprised you won't believe your own eyes

 It's like a Jamaican seein the snow for the first time

 Rhymes of a sort, that distort space and time

 It's like explainin color to a man that was born blind

 

 Chorus: Product

 

 [Pro]	Crimes on the street, come from a lack of eatin

 	It's not my cup of tea, but I'll give them the BEST

 	Motherfuckin BEST

 	And if you still out here I kick yo' ass tomorrow

 [Can]	Old school, old school (c'mon!)

 [Pro]	And if you still out here, I kick yo' ass tomorrow

 [Can]	Old school, old school (c'mon y'all)

 [Pro]	Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack bottles

 

 	[Wyclef]

 	Ah just ride, ah just ride

 	Everybody in the East just ride

 	Ah just ride, ah just ride

 	Everybody in the West just ride

 	Ah to the South, down South

 	Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

 	Ah just ride