G-dep The Ride Lyrics

The Ride Lyrics

[Verse 1]

First off, how you gon' come off

All this rap shit, get done off

Man listen this a passionate mind

I come thru, gun drew splashin a rhyme

Wet dat, dead dat, cash on the line

In an orderly fashion in the back'a the line

Can't talk now, I got cash on tha mind

Bitches and dolla signs dance in they mind

I love dat doe, but yall niggas love dat flow

Man I don't love dat hoe

All I see is cash flow

Brains an occasional ass hole

What I need is a, whole lotta money involved

I might run into Rob and run in ya job

Real cats take chances

Then I make ya +head spin+ like +break dancers+



[Chorus]

My niggas in the front don't front

My niggas in the back, where you at

My niggas on the side, bout to slide

My niggas in the middle we rock just a little

Then we ride, the ride



My bitches in the front don't front

My bitches in the back, where you at

My bitches on the side, bout to slide

My bitches in the middle we rock just a little

Then we ride, the ride



[Verse 2]

If raps don't work, need ta put some in

I hear yall knockin' but ya can't come in

Said I'd get cha, wrote the scripture

Chick roastin like motion picture

Have you any idea, how many nice MC's

And how many I feared - None

Just trust me son, I do what must be done

And I just begun, I let em-

Count sheep, rock em to sleep

Got me, cocking the heat, poppin a Jeep

Let's go, Expo top of the line

Exo, Yes ho, hoppin in mine, I got a-

Big Bad Boy you could meet

Men use beef and its all you can eat, I be the-

Dep with a G in the front

Front, fuck around and be in a trunk



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Ain't no games if you're curious B

Can't be serious G, seriously, I'm out ta-

Put a big hole in the joint

Like I, sold her the joint, told her to point, its like-

Mind over matter with this

Mad Hatter with this, battle with this

Like a +sentence+, it just +run-on+

I'm pro and you a princess, come on

Yall ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie

And ya aim ain't steady

Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy

Brain ain't ready, my game ain't petty

Must be stupid or somethin'

Thinkin' this all love like Cupid or somethin'

Live from the 2-1-2

One question: What you gon' do?



[Chorus Til Fade]