Z-Ro - We Ride lyrics

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Cruising down the street yeah we ride
(we ride nigga)
Yeah we ride (east to the westside nigga uh)
Music up, banging up the speakers we ride
(we ride nigga) , yeah we ride
(north to the southside nigga uh)

The top back, like a old nigga hairline
Oh you looking for a woman, you can have mine
My pimping iPhone, unlimited airtime
Use to see her for free
But she charging a fee now
Cause she with me now
She rolling with a boss
Loving the passenger side
What the fuck is in the house
And with her head in my lap
You know what's in her mouth
My slab newborn baby, booty smooth
J-Dawg told you, what them swangas do to you
Have you chunking the deuce
To a person you never knew
Never leave home without it
That's something you better do
Got my FN-57, and a baretta too
Falling asleep at the light
Is something I never do
That's giving jackers an opportunity
To get to you one hand on the wheel
Other hand on the money i die behind mine
'fore they take something from me yeah

Puerto Rican in the front
Backseat is a Brazillian
I am Phillip Banks, these are both my Vivians
Don't wanna fuck pussy
I wanna fuck a million
It's a jungle inside, the ride reptillian
Gators on my toes too, call em step-tillians
Lunch where the water
Ten dollars not Bennigans hypnotize hoes
Looking into them spinning rims
Never retweet a hater
They are not worth mentioning
Maryland to Michigan, any city they see me in
Real Milwaukee
That's the birthplace of Pimpin' Ken
No squares in my family, I'm not kin to them
Excuse my rudeness, I never been a gentleman
Old romances, be damned if I rekindle them
Cutlass is one of the first cars
I was flipping in in the front El Debarge
In the back Barry White
Hoe we rolling in a concert
On wheels tonight that's right

Limousine tint, you can't see inside
If TV's ain't in it, you can't get me to ride
This the fo' do' edition
Not the cheaper kind
Three four seven dollar can ride
I don't need a dime
So much money now, I be running from taxes
Suit and tie nigga
Money still under the mattress
Send her out in the cold
She brought me back a stack quick
White hoes heels break
Hard to pimp a black bitch
But, I don't love you hoes, I love my ends
One deep for life, what the fuck is a friend
Before I lose it, I'ma try to count to ten
Fuck a grenade, with no pin
You know I'm looking
Through Louis Vuitton lens
H-ID lights, the road is never thin
Houston all the way to Miami
Before the gears shift
Cup thicker than Buffie the Body
No beer bitch yeah