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BIG TYMERS lyrics : "How Should I Ride"

"How Should I Ride"(feat. B.G., Cadillac)

[Manny Fresh:]

Everything on me, my skills pay the bills
Buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheels
I'm the number one pepper star, look at y'all

Hat to the back, make my way to the bar
When I'm in your town, bling, I'm gon' shine
Gimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine

Can I have your attention, couple of things I'd like to
I stay in a big $$# house wit' a big gold fence and

Wit' the Beemer, Benz, and a Trooper
Living room Supa-Dupa
Size, Suprose

This a big $$# diamond, y'all go ahead and cover y'all eyes
Look out here I come, stunt man number one
I'm makin' airplanes outta fifties just for fun

The boat, the plane, the Viper man
The 4 TV's in the black Range
A black boy havin' all these thangs

Now how should I ride man


Captin stunter, I ride with a Mack 11
Cause I'm a Uptown hunter, a big dope fronter
And 10 a ki still a number

I ride Rolls Royce Canisus
I took my main hoe out a Yukon and put her in a drop top

I got these (*##$es trailin' me ^!$$%, cause I got a little
Got these hoes wanna give me #~!!@ cause I got a little money

But I got 10 hoes, all with golds
Wiot' my name tatooed on the back of they $$#holes
Wit' 20 inch rims, that's how I ride ^!$$%

If you ridin' 16's don't ride beside me ^!$$%
I'll give to my ^!$$%z, before I give to these broads
My block on fire, my ^!$$%z in heat

We clockin' a hundred G's a week
I boat the yacht, and a screen TV
And put my face on the hood of the mutha$#&@in' Humvee

So you ^!$$%z could see me
I'm bout to do somethin' dangerous
I took the steerin' wheel from the left to right so I could look

I wear 2 pair of drawers, wit' 2 Rolex watches
Wit' 22 (*##$es on my log ^!$$%

I guess that's the thug in me
I lie to these (*##$es 7 days a week
I put that on my lil brother LD restin' in peace

They wan' know how I ride

Still get high
Wan' know how I cross and front the feds, still floss
I'm the B.G., in ya car, %#@! rangin'

I'm playin' cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain't fakin'
Wanna hang wit' B and Slim gotta have 10 G's
Cause them ^!$$%z spend money like it grow on trees

We ballin' got cars from every company
Expedition, Rams, even a Humvee
Ain't that somethin' none of us over 25

Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5
Now lil daddy you got a ^!$$% $#&@ed up
You could live for 'Burbs but nothin' but speakers on that

Ah hah, we floss all week man
Every night I got a different (*##$ under my sheet man

They see me in the drop Jag and get out the way
They know who it is when they see me in the Rover the next

Call it ghetto wrist ^!$$%, wear filled with bagettes

Crushed out on my neck with the matchin' bracelet
Uh, @@#!ed to the side in my 98 bubble eye
Put on your shades cause you can't stand it with the naked
Why, cause I'm a shinda

I got diamonds and golds that'll blind ya, blind ya
Get out my way cause I'm comin' through
Man that' 'lac in the Jag, yeah and I'm sittin' on 20's too
Livin' my life like I'm a millionaire
How many young black ^!$$%z you know wit' Rollies and

Wrist wear, ^!$$%filled with jew-els
Now everybody wanna shine like CMR Cartel
Uh, Wodie, Put on your 'boks and your 'bauds
Uh, and put some 20's on your Benz so you can shine when you

We got the finest cars and the finest broads
Buyin' mansions on Washingtoners we take our garage
Uh, now you see now we ride, how we ride
Wit' VCR's and Playstations, wit' the wood inside

For sheezy boy
How you luv that
Done it again BGeezy off the heezy

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