Ride down South Lyrics by Foxy Brown

Ride down South Lyrics

    [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

    Repeat 1

    [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

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