[Intro] Yeah, yeah (haha) haha Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh) Uh (uh-huh-uh) Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh [Verse 1] Niggaz aint gon be happy till I click on a rage Pick up a gauge, and its my face, that they stick on front page Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age Chick on the stage, and winde up, sick in a cage When I come through, its usually in Dickies thats beige Pushing a "Eleanor", like Im Nicholas Cage And its funny how a few bucks can Get you put under a white sheet, like you in the Ku Klux Klan Its Street Fam for life, we ride to the death We play hard dog, dont cry to the rest I dont know you, please move to the left Or stay here and get introduced to the tefs Im riding till the wheels come off it (yeah) Grindin till a mil come off it (yeah) This is my plate, I eat every meal from off it Why yall try and steal crumbs off it, jump! [Chorus] (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now (Now ride) Yall know Street Family gon (ride) (Now ride) Top down, chrome rims spinnin and (Now ride) Gun cock, hollows in the clip now (Now ride) Chop rocks, put it on a strip now (Now ride) Yall know Street Family gon (ride) [Verse 2] Now when I spray wit the sauer, I gotta spend a day wit the lawyer Worryin bout, who say that saw ya Keep yay wit the oyers, two kids on the block Like when Mourning and Mutumbo, used to play wit the Hoyas Ima boss, that you can never upstand Or get a red dot on you, like a 7Up can Some of yall caught feelings from way back Others waited till I came through, short willing the Maybach But Im still bucking like, five, duce, four, trey Still tucking and letting the fo spray Still ducking where ever the pos lay And still fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA! ...And I know Feds seen The old school Chevy, with the dope head lean Yall love the way I R-I-D-E Call my D.E., and put you on a R.I.P.T., ghetto [Chorus]
Artist: Fabolous
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