Foxy Brown, Too $hort, Juvenile, MJG, 8Ball - Ride (Down South) lyrics

Let's get it hype, nigga let's get it crump
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pass me then Swisher Streets
Let's get it in crump
If a nigga disrespect me I'mma
Prove my shit and dump
Blast rhymes 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 with i run with suave
Always packin' somethin' to kill with
Feel this bitch
When I get rich I'mma still hustle
Go down in history
Paper taller than Bill Russell
Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Choppin boys up
On some puttin it in they face shit
Eightball, F-A T-M-A-C-K


Known for layin' it down
And doin' shit the playa way
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means I don't do shit free
Time wait's for no one
It ain't gon' wait for me
Yours truely, signed Eightball and MJG

All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?
All my money making bitches if
You ride with me
I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Huh? Now where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Come on

I ain't new to this
Damn nice bitch thats true to this
Money ain't never been a thing to me
Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect
Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff
And no dough? I don't fuck 'em
Fuck I'mma fake for?
Make mine's, I'mma take yours
Cause, I'm no nigga like love before
Make bitch scream like "Gimme some more"
If a nigga broke, what'd you fucked him for?
Waiste of time, it's like we playettes minds
Don't stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it from a
Real motherfuckin' pro y'all get that dough
We don't trust these niggas
They gon' pimp if you let 'em
From NY to the dirty south
And them bitches dime tight
I got my mind right
And my ice got the shine right
And if it don't blind bitches
When them lights hit the wrist?
You won't be stickin' shit
You be lickin' this

All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?
All my money making bitches if
You ride with me
I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Huh? Now where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Come on

I'm the pimp motherfucker 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 Henny 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 bitches 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 pushin' hoes
Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll
MJG is in control

All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?
All my money making bitches if
You ride with me
I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Huh? Now where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Come on

Peep dis, you them boys need to slow down
Up in the mornin' in court
It's 'bout to go down
There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
Them jackets be on the lose
Until the dope is found
Juvenile's my name, bitch
I represent it to the end, the same shit
Niggas don't be wearin suit's on these blocks
All you is is your boys in Reeboks
A thin hat to the back with a strap too
Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to
If you feel the same my nigga
You's a hot boy blocka, blocka, blocka
Better get off the block boy
Call the cops boy, your mama and 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, cause you too hot ha

All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?
All my money making bitches if
You ride with me
I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Huh? Now where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Come on

Where the real ones at? Beyotch
Oh, you know how we feel
About all you wannabe ass ghetto superstars
Wanna be like "me ass" niggas
Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches
I give a fuck about
Your intermureal status motherfucker
You ain't nobody
We ben doin' this, been doin' this shit
We go way back with this baby
Talkin' about this real shit
On the motherfuckin' microphone
Pimps and hoes gettin' money
Motherfuckin' clothes and shit ridin'
Vogues and shit
Nigga ridin' on twenty's and shit
Nigga what you got? Brand new-assed nigga
You don't know nothin' 'bout this game
Come on!

All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?
All my money making bitches if
You ride with me
I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you

Now where them real bitches at?
Where them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Huh? Now where my buck niggas at?
Where my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Come on