How We Ride (Mannie Fresh)

Yeah Ya drive a Chevy now Yeah, I'm ready now The car's stolen baby But I'm rollin baby Cadillacs to Cutlass Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's) Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's) Cadillacs to Cutlass Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's) Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's) I got a big '67 'Lac Coupe DeVille Mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel That motherfucka change colors like a lizard and shit 55 ridin south, gettin head from a bitch Matter fact, yo bitch, nigga love it and check it She like leather to the ass, so I love to ride naked Right, bang her in the pussy, baby how that feel? Left hand, swangin free, grippin wood on the wheel Then I smack her on the ass man, and jump in the Regal I got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west, wiggle Ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy I get back, later on ya bitch is washin my Caddy Spit-shine, waxed up, Armor-All on the tire Ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire That's where a nigga ride, in the south You taste a nigga dick, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth Ya weak bitch! Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the quarter Fuck with juice, smoke, and water Actin bad with'cha daughter Like a real nigga ought'a What her-what her momma taught her Keep ya boys toes curled up But man she be-man she be fuckin ya boy world up I'm thowed in the streets I'm thow-thowed in the game I rock-rock bizintine Stay blow-blowed in the brain I'm grippin-grippin on the grain Like a real south-sider I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin Bump back-bump back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go Chrys'a-Chrys' about to po' You know we-know we got the g's Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the cheese So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby Four-fifty-four (Big-block, red stripes-stripes) Comin through this bitch with them loud ass pipes-pipes (Any nigga wanna come and get it) Please-please Breeze by yo ass, with the motherfuckin ease In the middle of the dark and Interstate sparkin Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin Pass by the crowd, music real loud (Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound) Then I do it real good, diamonds on the wood Oh pissy-ass, sissy-ass lame wish he could Ride like that, "Diamond in the Back" Moon-roof top, Brougham Cadillac Then I pass in my Cut' dawg, screamin out (Fuck y'all) Roll down the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off Acious Clacious Clay has returned In a Super-Sport Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo! [Hook]