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Lyrics
A-Yo were riding in a drop top, like Fox I’m at the hot spot,
Cruising, never losing, as the people stare non-stop.
The paint is shining while were rhyming with the radio,
The speakers in the back got the niggas acting crazy yo.
I seen this shady ho, pass me by last week,
Now she sees me in a jeep, wants to stop and speak.
Like any freak, she wants me for the car that I drive,
Places I ride, STEP OFF, you ain’t getting inside.
Now it’s that guy from the VI, but I don’t see why,
You wanna lie, cuz I know you want to ride miss.
I knew the trick you was playing fo you opened your mouth,
You was trying to get me up for the cars and the house.
Without a doubt I’ma make you think that it’s goin to work,
So I can get you to my place and get you out that skirt.
Now get your ass in the ride and just grab a hold,
Because tonight we go keep it on cruise control.
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NOW IF YOU SEE ME IN AN ACK WITH A SPOILER ON THE BACK
THEN I KNOW YOU WANNA RIDE WITH ME. WHAT WHAT
AND IF YOU SEE ME IN A LAC LEANING BACK LIKE A MACK
THEN I KNOW YOU WANNA RIDE WITH ME. WHAT WHAT
AND IF YOU SEE ME IN A LEX LOOKING GOOD AS I FLEX
THEN I BETCHA WANNA RIDE WITH ME. WHAT WHAT.
AND BABY GIRL I KNOW IT’S OVER WHEN YOU SEE ME IN A ROVER
CUZ I KNOW YOU WANNA RIDE WITH ME. WHAT WHAT
The hell’s going on,
These hoes riding up on my slim jones, cuz they see me on the cell phone.
On my home, T-RONE yo where you at?
A-yo I’m riding thru Atlanta watching people react.
I see these niggas on the corner and they flexin hard,
Always hatin cuz they see me in a brand new car.
A superstar on chrome, headed to the Georgia Dome,
Watch the dirty birds play then head right back home.
A-yo that’s chill, but better yet still,
Before I go back to the VILLE, I’ma holla at Khalil.
Because I heard he had a brand new Lexus (Dog),
And I’ma stop of at his house just to see if I can flex that whip.
Cuz that’s the way rich roll, wearing diamonds and gold,
Living lavish lifestyles at 25 years old.
And to cold for the others, cuz my click is on the rise,
EASTSIDE, WESTSIDE, anywhere that we ride.
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Now that we got this game sold up, you wanna roll up,
Told you that we’d blow up, ya haters need to grow up.
And take a chill pill while we stay real,
Spending bills, making deals, in our automobiles.
But on the real brothers still want to flex and floss,
Getting tossed by the nina ross,
Ya’ll niggas ain’t ready yet, stretch Lex and Corvettes,
Great sex with a chicken head chick that I just met.
And yet we still ball, $100,000 dollar cars with no flaws,
Making any women weak enough to give up the draws.
And no laws can ever stop us like a red light,
All we see is green allowing us to go and take flight.
A-yo tonight’s the night I got you girl scheming,
Candy coat paint gleaming, don’t you wanna ride with the teaming.
Me and T-RONE so get it straight,
On top of the world, now playa don’t it feel great.
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