Blak Jak, Project Pat - Ride And Swerve lyrics

Yea blakjak
Cream team haha vintage sound man
1972 shawty redd on this thang man
P-Pat whats hannen man yea let's go

Ride, ride swerve (swerve)
Ride (ride) swerve (swerve)
Ride, ride swerve (swerve)
Ride (ride) swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve) ride (ride)
Swerve (swerve) ride, ride swerve, swerve

Yea now hit your gas
Now hit your brake now swerve


Tell your partner on the side of
You to pass that herb (man)
Keep it in rotation
Somthin like my rims (dog)
Cruisin down glenwood
Bumpin souljah slim (dog)
From burboun street to mlk
Niggas ride from Memphis Tenn all
The way to the A 22's, 23's, 24's to 8's
Low pros on a box chevy fresh out the gate
Now down south we ride out west they cruise
Up north they bend blocks
Kind of got me confused
From these highways to parking lots
Projects to barber shops
I got in a? wit? 15 down on every block
Ride, ride swerev, swerve
Ride, ride swerve, swerve
Ride, ride swerev, swerve
Ride, ride swerve, swerve

Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve) ride, ride
Swerve, swerve ride, ride swerve, swerve

Now they were thinkin dirty south
Was like he haw, he haw
Is you worth over a hundred mill
We are we are hood rich, pockets caked
Full of cheese (cheese)
Talkin country, ridin? cuz i feel (feel)
With this rappin I get paid like a singer
Heya (heya) to these north Memphis streets
I'm not a stranger heya (heya)
Chevy avalanche with tv's
Hotter than a lit match
Crown Vic Chevy thang so i gotta switch back
Fall backv back into this
Track like some dominoes
Swervin and splurgin project in that lambo
Ghini dawg
Flippin and dipin through my pass time
I'm all legit and legal
It ain't like the last time
I'm from the dirty dime aka Tennesee
Plugged in with ATL
And we gettin plenty cheese
Punch the gas, hit the brake
As I corner bend i got them floaters on the
Benz so they don't spin ride, ride
Swerev, swerve ride, ride
Swerve, swerve ride, ride
Swerev, swerve ride, ride swerve, swerve

Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve) ride, ride
Swerve, swerve ride, ride swerve, swerve

So what you know about the chevy thing
Used to? switchin lanes
Ride whatever? from the south
Cuz we gutter man
When i feel the need for speed
You know i'm mashin out and switchin lanes
? on the truck you know i'm actin on the? man
Takes a whole team to tackle me
ECF a factory keep a heater close to me
I ain't worried them jackin me
I ride like a ol' g man
We in that low key man
Yeah i feel my lap and in my
Hand i got that ohhh wee
Call it that grown man taller than i stand
Rimz will kepp you dizzy
Have you spinnin like a drunken fan
Ain't stuntin that fight i ride and i swerve
That's why they hatin
Everytime they see my shoes on curb nigga

Ride, ride swerev, swerve
Ride, ride swerve, swerve
Ride, ride swerev, swerve
Ride, ride swerve, swerve

Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve)
Now hit the gas, hit the break
Now swerve (swerve) ride, ride
Swerve, swerve ride, ride swerve, swerve