Ride Wit Me

Say, R.I.P. to Pimp C, he was the King of The South

If you hating on that, you need to shut your fucking mouth

I'm down with Lil J til' the muthafuckin' grave

Disrespect, they gon' put your picture on the front page

I'm center stage shining in a foreign you ain't seen yet

Chrome look like water, and my candy paint is lean wet

Don't forget the rims, them muthafuckas a clean set

You can't tell me that this ain't cost ya boy a mean check

Looking like a G in here, been here I'm gon be in here

When it's over, I'ma be the only one you see in here

Repping P.A.T. in here, realer than these other guys

I'm triple OG bitch, don't let them tell you otherwise

Young nigga out here on the rise

Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me

Smoke something, hold up, hold up

Young nigga out here on the grind

Young bitch, you need to get live wit me

Smoke something, hold up bitch

Put Multi on the mountaintop

Drop the label just to raise the stock

You ain't seen a trunk until it pop

Full of 15s that'll make it knock

With them neon lights that say

Get in line or get down, hoe

If it wasn't about the player money to be made

What the fuck you come around for?

This is big business, talking skyscrapers

Screens rise like smoke vapors

Candy paints when it's Now and Laters

Bitch, I'm on the up like an elevator if you didn't know

Shine the grill just to let it show

On them emotional mothafuckas in the game

Tucking they nuts while I'm letting mine hang

Chromed out the rim, letting em' swang

Went from have-not to having some dames

Diamonds out the window, gripping the grain

One finger'll put the Sun to the rain

Uhh, ya'll niggas thought I wasn't gon' be a king like I'm sposed'

But I learned from UGK, Multi, 4eva N a Day on these hoes

Young nigga out here on the rise

Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me

Smoke something, hold up, hold up

Young nigga out here on the grind

Young bitch you need to get live wit me

Smoke something, hold up bitch

This for all the underground, we on the surface

South been holding, remote controlling

Got the game and it ain't for purchase

Ain't no hurting when you win, up the cut like in it

Touchin' down on it, clown on it, cheerlead if you wit it hoe

Old school on its tippy toes, chop the base and shave the doors

Fade the top, then let it show, how it taste? I got to know

Ice the grill, cold enough to freeze the snow

Bruce Leroy, Sho'nuff, that bumping dragon bitch I got the glow

Got the cake, smash it in your face, I got more to make

I'm on the chase for a bread truck to put off in my safe

And let it bake, stingy with the flakes, all the crumbs get ate

Off the plate, sop it up with the lobster, shrimp, and steak

Krizzle

Young nigga out here on the rise

Young bitch, you really need to ride wit me

Smoke something, hold up, hold up

Young nigga out here on the grind

Young bitch you need to get live wit me

Smoke something, hold up bitch