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Ride With Us - текст песни



Ride With Us


(feat. D-Reck, Tyte Eyez, D-Gotti, Dirty $)




[girl singing in Spanish]




[Hook - x2]


(why), do y'all think they call us Wreckshop


(when), we mash 24/7 round the clock


(what), the difference between y'all and us


Who else to trust but us, streets come and ride with us




[D-Reck]


It's still in the safe, I'm trying to pick the lock


If the music game is a dame, I'm trying to hit the G-spot


They say bigger mean better, I say good dick make it wetter


Why you spitting nothing address her, we wreck spitting for cheddar


If the Shop fall off, that'll be the end of the South


It's up to Reck connect the dots, where Lil' J left off


I done studied the best, I done passed the test


Now grandma masking my medal, 'fore I settle for less


I'm Texas raised nigga, with Texas ways nigga


In the Lone Star State, we stay paid nigga


Whether yay or whether hay, or the fly shit I say


You lil' dudes gon lose, or move the fuck out the way


It's the rap game, (man these niggaz done turned this shit into the cap game)


Let's treat these niggaz like bitches, and leave em slapped mayn


I don't talk it I Iive it, I post up and I pimp it


I don't boast, just get it




[Hook - x2]




[Tyte Eyez]


Fuck the mainstream, and your lame fee


Bitch I'm in these streets knee deep, digging in your main queen


And I know she cut for me, cause she be ironing my dickies


And when I fall asleep, she be trying to give me hickeys


Man she love my dirty drawas, even wash my socks man


And be a tad bit nervous, when I hit the block man


Cause I rock a foot long, and baby that is much harder


Ask me how I know, because she drinks my bath water


Got's of order y'all a body bag, cause y'all niggaz through


Don't ask me bout my flow, because my shit's sick like the flu


I flew across the country, with that bitch from Argentina


Her name was Annie Mae, but then changed it to Tina


Like Ike, I do a dike too


SUV on dub three's, Cadillac and bike too


Man a night dude, some to a playas when the freaks come out


We in the game in the gym, with the bleachers out




[Hook - x2]




[D-Gotti]


It's time to step on these hoes, rep on hoes


Baby mama like, how them niggaz slept on those


Wreckshop pros, we done did it before


You main squeeze hit it before, as you should know


Bout me, Cocoa Shenelle with fresh odor sale


You got it fresh up out of jail, and he fetching his mail


Yeah I'm a dog, call me Rov' cause I'm in a Range


The 4 on side of me, cause 'fore the game it's pain


And the same damn thang, make you laugh make you cry


Last in line, always the first to show out


As I pour out some liquor, for my dogs that got swallowed


We them same damn cats, that you other niggaz follow


'Fore I wallow in my misery, I'm go and get some trees


Before you talk down, better go and check my history


Seriously we hot, the block done been took


Jewels clothes and cars, did that come on hook




[Hook]




[Dirty $]


It's time to tighten up your belts, slap on your chest straps


Put your pads on the champs, home like the camp song (Texts of songs )


Pressing Wreckshop stamps on, like some need a tampons


Boys made a little noise, now ain't nothing happen-on


These kids capping on, the foundation that we lay


Without showing the respect, for the moves that we made


Our dues been paid, paid in full


We sucka free over here, yeah the Shop got pull


And we've been outlaws, since we stepped in the do'


Boss hogging everything, from ceiling to flo'


The first major independent, sold a million of Moe


Before Moe even got a deal, how quickly y'all forget though


But that's ok, we gon put it in your face


My pack back on track, in position to win the race


Call this a skeet taste, the fam got mo' in sto'


And since y'all on y'all way out, allow me to show you the do'




[door closing]



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