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Devonte - Текст песни Ride
[Intro]
 Let's get it hype, nigga
 Let's get it crump
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 [Eightball]
 Pass me them Swisher Sweets, let's get it crump
 If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump
 Blast ryhmes 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 wit
 I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with
 Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle
 Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel
 Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
 Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
 Eight Ball, 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 free shit
 Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
 Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG
 [MJG]
 1 - All my hard core 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'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
 Now where them real bitches at
 Where them real bitches at
 Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
 And where my buck niggas at
 Where my buck niggas at
 Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on
 [Foxy Brown]
 I ain't new to this
 Damn nice bitch that's 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 dont fuck 'em
 Fuck I'mma fake for?
 Make mine's, I'mma take yours
 Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore
 Make bitch scream like, gimme some more
 If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?
 Waste of time
 It's like we playette minds
 Dont 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 them
 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 sticking shit
 You be lickin' this
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 [MJG]
 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 Henney'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 bithces 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
Repeat 1
 [Juvenile]
 Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
 Up in the morning in the 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
 Niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks
 All you see is your boys and 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 nigger, you's a hot boy
 Blocka, blocka, blocka
 Better get up off the block, boy
 Call for the cops, boy your mommy or 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, cuz you too hot ha
Repeat 1
 [MJG]
 Where the real ones at? Be-atch...
 Oh, you know how we feel 
 About all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars
 Wanna be like 'me ass" niggas
 Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches
 I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka
 You ain't nobody
 We been doing this, been doin' this shit
 We go way back with this baby
 Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha fuckin' microphone
 Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
 Tricks and hoes and fuckin'
 Mutha fuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit
 Nigga riding on 20's and shit
 Nigga what chu got?
 Brand new-assed nigga
 You don't know nothin' about this game
 Come on
Repeat 1 until fade












