Nipsey Hussle, Bun B, Question, Sean Kingston - Ridin' Slow lyrics

Yeah, Question, cinematic
You know how we do it jR, I see you, boy
Sean Kingston, it go down like this
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out
Mayne i'm ridin' slow and I'm hoggin'
Up the city lane
I'm ridin' slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac
Ridin' so slow while I'm puffin' on some dro
Whoa

City low on low
Poles of the big Vogues with extended inches
So many colors hover, see your reflection
Lose your senses i blow your ear drums
My stereo is so expensive
Pistols killin' a wad of money
Up up in my britches
My creases rigid, my pinky frigid
I'm polar pimpin' ayatollah of tippin'
DeVille with that tight suspension
And did I mention
Coated paint with metallic flake
Boppers going blind from the shine
That these diamonds make
With Nipsey, that boy B, I'm Question
You know you heard of me
Mad 'cause your baby mama
Wanna swallow this baller blow herb with me
Get throwed and swerve with me
King of bopper burglary
Don't believe that this 'Lac 'til I jump
In and I turn the key

I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out
Mayne i'm ridin' slow and I'm hoggin'
Up the city lane
I'm ridin' slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac
Ridin' so slow while I'm puffin' on some dro
Whoa

Listen, look, I drive slow down the block
No speakin'
No tints on the whip, you could see in
Thick cloud of smoke 'cause I'm chiefin'
It's easy to see that a young nigga eatin'
Chrome feet, I'ma roll on the low pro
I'm ready and willing if it
Involve getting more dough
Hittin' corners, white paint, leather cocoa
Stash spot, tell the cops, it's a no go
It's Question and Bun B, I'm Nipsey
I know you heard of me
Mad 'cause your baby mama flirt with me
But I don't never show that ho no courtesy
And every time you leave she chirpin' me
Talkin' 'bout how you be givin'
Her the third degree
How she wanna get gone, sip purp with me
Smoke purple trees, just swerve with me
'cause

I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out
Mayne i'm ridin' slow and I'm hoggin'
Up the city lane
I'm ridin' slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac
Ridin' so slow while I'm puffin' on some dro
Whoa

I'ma put my hand on the wheel
I'ma put my foot on the gas
I'ma shift my bitch into drive
And man I'm ready to mash
I gots the top dropped down
I got my trunk popped open
Sittin' sideways on stitch and tuck
And them fuck boys scopin'
Hopin' they can knock my hustle
But they muscle ain't swollen
So they gon' have to try again
Tell 'em come back when they holdin'
Golden flex in my paint
And glassy rims on Vogues
Chrome, it lay up on the
Grille and my neon exposed
I'm a pimp, just try and
Get chose for the stable, tryin' to get hoes
With friends
They fuck with foes you already
Know how it goes
Those that ain't down with this move
Play the sidelines or hit the showers
Just get the hell up out the way
'cause the rap game is ours
Said we don't roll with no cowards
Scaredy cats or the 'fraidys
We just comin' down candy
On them fours and them 80s
We just straight south-sidin'
Broad day with no hidin'
Let the slab swang wide and
I'ma let 'em know that Bun
And Question slow ridin'

I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out
Mayne i'm ridin' slow and I'm hoggin'
Up the city lane
I'm ridin' slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac
Ridin' so slow while I'm puffin' on some dro
Whoa
I'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out
Mayne i'm ridin' slow and I'm hoggin'
Up the city lane
I'm ridin' slow and I'm clean in the 'Lac
Ridin' so slow while I'm puffin' on some dro
Whoa