how should i ride lyrics – big tymers

how should i ride”
(feat. b.g., cadillac)

[manny fresh:]
everything on me, my skills pay the bills
buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheels
i’m the number one pepper star, look at y’all
hat to the back, make my way to the bar
when i’m in your town, bling, i’m gon’ shine
gimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine
can i have your attention, couple of things i’d like to mention
i stay in a big *ss house wit’ a big gold fence and
wit’ the beemer, benz, and a trooper
living room supa-dupa
size, suprose
this a big *ss diamond, y’all go ahead and cover y’all eyes
look out here i come, stunt man number one
i’m makin’ airplanes outta fifties just for fun
the boat, the plane, the viper man
the 4 tv’s in the black range
a black boy havin’ all these thangs
now how should i ride man

captin stunter, i ride with a mack 11
cause i’m a uptown hunter, a big dope fronter
and 10 a ki still a number
i ride rolls royce canisus
i took my main hoe out a yukon and put her in a drop top benzie
i got these b*tches trailin’ me n*gg*, cause i got a little money
got these hoes wanna give me p*ssy cause i got a little money
but i got 10 hoes, all with golds
wiot’ my name tatooed on the back of they *ssholes
wit’ 20 inch rims, that’s how i ride n*gg*
if you ridin’ 16’s don’t ride beside me n*gg*
i’ll give to my n*gg*z, before i give to these broads
my block on fire, my n*gg*z in heat
we clockin’ a hundred g’s a week
i boat the yacht, and a screen tv
and put my face on the hood of the m*th*f*ckin’ humvee
so you n*gg*z could see me
i’m bout to do somethin’ dangerous
i took the steerin’ wheel from the left to right so i could look famous
i wear 2 pair of drawers, wit’ 2 rolex watches
wit’ 22 b*tches on my log n*gg*
i guess that’s the thug in me
i lie to these b*tches 7 days a week
i put that on my lil brother ld restin’ in peace

they wan’ know how i ride
still get high
wan’ know how i cross and front the feds, still floss
i’m the b.g., in ya car, sh*t rangin’
i’m playin’ cheddar cheese, hot boy$ ain’t fakin’
wanna hang wit’ b and slim gotta have 10 g’s
cause them n*gg*z spend money like it grow on trees
we ballin’ got cars from every company
expedition, rams, even a humvee
ain’t that somethin’ none of us over 25
daog you think they really rapped and got q thangs for 5
now lil daddy you got a n*gg* f*cked up
you could live for ‘burbs but nothin’ but speakers on that truck
ah hah, we floss all week man
every night i got a different b*tch under my sheet man
they see me in the drop jag and get out the way
they know who it is when they see me in the rover the next day

call it ghetto wrist n*gg*, wear filled with bagettes
crushed out on my neck with the matchin’ bracelet
uh, c*cked to the side in my 98 bubble eye
put on your shades cause you can’t stand it with the naked eye
why, cause i’m a shinda
i got diamonds and golds that’ll blind ya, blind ya
get out my way cause i’m comin’ through
man that’ ‘lac in the jag, yeah and i’m sittin’ on 20’s too
livin’ my life like i’m a millionaire
how many young black n*gg*z you know wit’ rollies and carliare
wrist wear, n*gg*filled with jew-els
now everybody wanna shine like cmr cartel
uh, wodie, put on your ‘boks and your ‘bauds
uh, and put some 20’s on your benz so you can shine when you roll
we got the finest cars and the finest broads
buyin’ mansions on washingtoners we take our garage
uh, now you see now we ride, how we ride
wit’ vcr’s and playstations, wit’ the wood inside
for sheezy boy
how you luv that
done it again bgeezy off the heezy

/ big tymers lyrics