Ride (Down South) Lyrics
| Song | Ride (Down South) |
| Artist | Foxy Brown |
| Artist | Eightball |
| Artist | Juvenile |
| Artist | MJG |
| Album | Chyna Doll |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Terry Grey & T. Grey & Inga Marchand & MJG & Premro Smith | |
| 作词 : Smith | |
| Let's get it hype, ********** | |
| Let's get it crump | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| [eightball] | |
| Pass me them swisher sweets, let's get it crump | |
| If a ********** disrespect me i'mma prove my ************t and dump | |
| Blast ryhmes like i pump, turn your belly to jelly | |
| Veteran mc, i don't think you rookies is ready | |
| Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit | |
| I run with suave, always packin' something to kill with | |
| Feel this ************, when i get rich i'mma still hustle | |
| Go down in history, paper taller then bill russel | |
| Kilo flows, i got 'em hid in the ba******t | |
| Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face ************t | |
| Eight ball, f-a-t m-a-c-k, known for layin' it down | |
| And doin' ************t the playa way | |
| Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret | |
| Space-age pimpin' means i don't do free ************t | |
| Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me | |
| Yours truly, signed eightball and mjg | |
| [mjg] | |
| 1 - all my hard core **********s, what you want to do? | |
| My real thug-ass **********s, what you want to do? | |
| All my money making ******* if you ride with me | |
| I'mma pimp 'till i die and i'mma ride for free | |
| Now where them real ******* at | |
| Where them real ******* at | |
| Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? | |
| And where my buck **********s at | |
| Where my buck **********s at | |
| Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on | |
| [foxy brown] | |
| I ain't new to this | |
| Damn nice ************ that's true to this | |
| Money ain't never been a thing to me | |
| Always stack my dough, holla back (uh) | |
| Ass fat, thighs thick, ********* perfect | |
| Inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv | |
| Y'all know it, ************t i don't bluff | |
| And no dough? i dont ********** 'em | |
| ********** i'mma fake for? | |
| Make mine's, i'mma take yours | |
| Cuz i'm no ********** like love b'fore | |
| Make ************ scream like, gimme some more | |
| If a ********** broke, what'd you ********** him for? | |
| Waste of time | |
| It's like we playette minds | |
| Dont stop, get it get it | |
| *******, take it from a real mother******' pro | |
| Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these **********s | |
| They gon' pimp if you let them | |
| From ny to the dirty south | |
| And them *******' dime tight | |
| I got my mind right | |
| And my ice got the ************ne right | |
| And if it don't blind ******* | |
| When them lights hit the wrist? | |
| You won't be sticking ************t | |
| You be lickin' this | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| [mjg] | |
| I'm the pimp mother*********, baby | |
| Ice cold, stories so high | |
| I pimp the whole village twice | |
| So tight fold crease right on the president's nose | |
| Pimp clothes, drinkin straight henney'and buckstrum | |
| Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose | |
| Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those | |
| Pros, slam those | |
| Game tied tight like bows, we never close | |
| Three-sixty-five, twenty-four | |
| Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold | |
| Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed | |
| Keep it froze, tucked up in a tupperware bowl | |
| Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old | |
| Forever flows, i take it down as deep as it can go | |
| Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros | |
| We're pu************n' hoes | |
| ************s get erect like poles, pay the toll | |
| Mjg is in control | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| [juvenile] | |
| Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down | |
| Up in the morning in the court, it's 'bout to go down | |
| There's no remorse now, better expose rounds | |
| Them jackets be on the lose until the **** is found | |
| Juvenile's my name, ************ | |
| I represent it to the end, the same ************t | |
| Niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks | |
| All you see is your boys and reeboks | |
| A thin hat to the back with a strap too | |
| Willin' to bust a ********** ass if he had to | |
| If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy | |
| Blocka, blocka, blocka | |
| Better get up off the block, boy | |
| Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy | |
| Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy | |
| You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha | |
| You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| [mjg] | |
| Where the real ones at? be-atch... | |
| Oh, you know how we feel | |
| About all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars | |
| Wanna be like 'me ass" **********s | |
| Tryin' to be like foxy brown ******* | |
| I give a ********** about your intermureal status, motha **********a | |
| You ain't nobody | |
| We been doing this, been doin' this ************t | |
| We go way back with this baby | |
| Talkin' about this real ************t on the mutha ******' microphone | |
| Pimps and hoes and gettin' money | |
| Tricks and hoes and ******' | |
| Mutha ******' clothes and ************t ridin' vogues and ************t | |
| ********** riding on 20's and ************t | |
| ********** what chu got? | |
| Brand new-assed ********** | |
| You don't know nothin' about this game | |
| Come on | |
| Repeat 1 until fade |
| zuo qu : Terry Grey T. Grey Inga Marchand MJG Premro Smith | |
| zuo ci : Smith | |
| Let' s get it hype, | |
| Let' s get it crump | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| eightball | |
| Pass me them swisher sweets, let' s get it crump | |
| If a disrespect me i' mma prove my t and dump | |
| Blast ryhmes like i pump, turn your belly to jelly | |
| Veteran mc, i don' t think you rookies is ready | |
| Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit | |
| I run with suave, always packin' something to kill with | |
| Feel this , when i get rich i' mma still hustle | |
| Go down in history, paper taller then bill russel | |
| Kilo flows, i got ' em hid in the ba t | |
| Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face t | |
| Eight ball, fat mack, known for layin' it down | |
| And doin' t the playa way | |
| Callabo' s of the dough ain' t no secret | |
| Spaceage pimpin' means i don' t do free t | |
| Time waits for no one, it ain' t gon' wait for me | |
| Yours truly, signed eightball and mjg | |
| mjg | |
| 1 all my hard core s, what you want to do? | |
| My real thugass s, what you want to do? | |
| All my money making if you ride with me | |
| I' mma pimp ' till i die and i' mma ride for free | |
| Now where them real at | |
| Where them real at | |
| Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? | |
| And where my buck s at | |
| Where my buck s at | |
| Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on | |
| foxy brown | |
| I ain' t new to this | |
| Damn nice that' s true to this | |
| Money ain' t never been a thing to me | |
| Always stack my dough, holla back uh | |
| Ass fat, thighs thick, perfect | |
| Inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv | |
| Y' all know it, t i don' t bluff | |
| And no dough? i dont ' em | |
| i' mma fake for? | |
| Make mine' s, i' mma take yours | |
| Cuz i' m no like love b' fore | |
| Make scream like, gimme some more | |
| If a broke, what' d you him for? | |
| Waste of time | |
| It' s like we playette minds | |
| Dont stop, get it get it | |
| , take it from a real mother' pro | |
| Y' all get that dough, we don' t trust these s | |
| They gon' pimp if you let them | |
| From ny to the dirty south | |
| And them ' dime tight | |
| I got my mind right | |
| And my ice got the ne right | |
| And if it don' t blind | |
| When them lights hit the wrist? | |
| You won' t be sticking t | |
| You be lickin' this | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| mjg | |
| I' m the pimp mother, baby | |
| Ice cold, stories so high | |
| I pimp the whole village twice | |
| So tight fold crease right on the president' s nose | |
| Pimp clothes, drinkin straight henney' and buckstrum | |
| Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose | |
| Break a treat, make ' em pay to enter those | |
| Pros, slam those | |
| Game tied tight like bows, we never close | |
| Threesixtyfive, twentyfour | |
| Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold | |
| Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed | |
| Keep it froze, tucked up in a tupperware bowl | |
| Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old | |
| Forever flows, i take it down as deep as it can go | |
| Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros | |
| We' re pu n' hoes | |
| s get erect like poles, pay the toll | |
| Mjg is in control | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| juvenile | |
| Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down | |
| Up in the morning in the court, it' s ' bout to go down | |
| There' s no remorse now, better expose rounds | |
| Them jackets be on the lose until the is found | |
| Juvenile' s my name, | |
| I represent it to the end, the same t | |
| Niggers don' t be wearin suits on theses blocks | |
| All you see is your boys and reeboks | |
| A thin hat to the back with a strap too | |
| Willin' to bust a ass if he had to | |
| If you feel the same my nigger, you' s a hot boy | |
| Blocka, blocka, blocka | |
| Better get up off the block, boy | |
| Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy | |
| Cash wasn' t a million, never hit the spot boy | |
| You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha | |
| You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| mjg | |
| Where the real ones at? beatch... | |
| Oh, you know how we feel | |
| About all you ' wanna be' ass ghetto super stars | |
| Wanna be like ' me ass" s | |
| Tryin' to be like foxy brown | |
| I give a about your intermureal status, motha a | |
| You ain' t nobody | |
| We been doing this, been doin' this t | |
| We go way back with this baby | |
| Talkin' about this real t on the mutha ' microphone | |
| Pimps and hoes and gettin' money | |
| Tricks and hoes and ' | |
| Mutha ' clothes and t ridin' vogues and t | |
| riding on 20' s and t | |
| what chu got? | |
| Brand newassed | |
| You don' t know nothin' about this game | |
| Come on | |
| Repeat 1 until fade |
| zuò qǔ : Terry Grey T. Grey Inga Marchand MJG Premro Smith | |
| zuò cí : Smith | |
| Let' s get it hype, | |
| Let' s get it crump | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| eightball | |
| Pass me them swisher sweets, let' s get it crump | |
| If a disrespect me i' mma prove my t and dump | |
| Blast ryhmes like i pump, turn your belly to jelly | |
| Veteran mc, i don' t think you rookies is ready | |
| Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit | |
| I run with suave, always packin' something to kill with | |
| Feel this , when i get rich i' mma still hustle | |
| Go down in history, paper taller then bill russel | |
| Kilo flows, i got ' em hid in the ba t | |
| Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face t | |
| Eight ball, fat mack, known for layin' it down | |
| And doin' t the playa way | |
| Callabo' s of the dough ain' t no secret | |
| Spaceage pimpin' means i don' t do free t | |
| Time waits for no one, it ain' t gon' wait for me | |
| Yours truly, signed eightball and mjg | |
| mjg | |
| 1 all my hard core s, what you want to do? | |
| My real thugass s, what you want to do? | |
| All my money making if you ride with me | |
| I' mma pimp ' till i die and i' mma ride for free | |
| Now where them real at | |
| Where them real at | |
| Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? | |
| And where my buck s at | |
| Where my buck s at | |
| Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on | |
| foxy brown | |
| I ain' t new to this | |
| Damn nice that' s true to this | |
| Money ain' t never been a thing to me | |
| Always stack my dough, holla back uh | |
| Ass fat, thighs thick, perfect | |
| Inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv | |
| Y' all know it, t i don' t bluff | |
| And no dough? i dont ' em | |
| i' mma fake for? | |
| Make mine' s, i' mma take yours | |
| Cuz i' m no like love b' fore | |
| Make scream like, gimme some more | |
| If a broke, what' d you him for? | |
| Waste of time | |
| It' s like we playette minds | |
| Dont stop, get it get it | |
| , take it from a real mother' pro | |
| Y' all get that dough, we don' t trust these s | |
| They gon' pimp if you let them | |
| From ny to the dirty south | |
| And them ' dime tight | |
| I got my mind right | |
| And my ice got the ne right | |
| And if it don' t blind | |
| When them lights hit the wrist? | |
| You won' t be sticking t | |
| You be lickin' this | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| mjg | |
| I' m the pimp mother, baby | |
| Ice cold, stories so high | |
| I pimp the whole village twice | |
| So tight fold crease right on the president' s nose | |
| Pimp clothes, drinkin straight henney' and buckstrum | |
| Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose | |
| Break a treat, make ' em pay to enter those | |
| Pros, slam those | |
| Game tied tight like bows, we never close | |
| Threesixtyfive, twentyfour | |
| Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold | |
| Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed | |
| Keep it froze, tucked up in a tupperware bowl | |
| Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old | |
| Forever flows, i take it down as deep as it can go | |
| Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros | |
| We' re pu n' hoes | |
| s get erect like poles, pay the toll | |
| Mjg is in control | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| juvenile | |
| Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down | |
| Up in the morning in the court, it' s ' bout to go down | |
| There' s no remorse now, better expose rounds | |
| Them jackets be on the lose until the is found | |
| Juvenile' s my name, | |
| I represent it to the end, the same t | |
| Niggers don' t be wearin suits on theses blocks | |
| All you see is your boys and reeboks | |
| A thin hat to the back with a strap too | |
| Willin' to bust a ass if he had to | |
| If you feel the same my nigger, you' s a hot boy | |
| Blocka, blocka, blocka | |
| Better get up off the block, boy | |
| Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy | |
| Cash wasn' t a million, never hit the spot boy | |
| You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha | |
| You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha | |
| Repeat 1 | |
| mjg | |
| Where the real ones at? beatch... | |
| Oh, you know how we feel | |
| About all you ' wanna be' ass ghetto super stars | |
| Wanna be like ' me ass" s | |
| Tryin' to be like foxy brown | |
| I give a about your intermureal status, motha a | |
| You ain' t nobody | |
| We been doing this, been doin' this t | |
| We go way back with this baby | |
| Talkin' about this real t on the mutha ' microphone | |
| Pimps and hoes and gettin' money | |
| Tricks and hoes and ' | |
| Mutha ' clothes and t ridin' vogues and t | |
| riding on 20' s and t | |
| what chu got? | |
| Brand newassed | |
| You don' t know nothin' about this game | |
| Come on | |
| Repeat 1 until fade |
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