Umm, yes, yes, yes, y`all
Let`s ride, let`s ride, let`s ride
Sho nuff
Let`s ride, let`s ride
[Mr. G Stacka]
I`m Mr. Everyday Chiefer
Full of herb
And this killer ass reefer got a nigger feeling swozy
I`m slowly, creepin` up through the hood
And I see my niggas, and the smoking real good
So show a nigga love, what up kinfolk
And while you at my nigga, won`t you past the dope
You know a nigga has to choke
Of killer both for me, I got the smoke flowing down my throat
So playa won`t you ride with me
We can get quizzer in the front of my drop top Caddy
With my heat just ready to skeet
So playa please don`t drop no fire on my feet
But it`s all good, cause it`s much love
And I got my mind twisted off kind bud
I`m screaming out Dirty thug
Sipping on the Cognac with the hardest buzz
So tell me what it was
What it be like
Mr. G living up to this gangster life
And it`s got me on a flight higher than a kite
And my eyes real low so I have no sight
I`m feeling really right as I keep flow, through the sky
Way past cloud number nine
Chiefing all the time, blazing on an ounce
Cause I just can`t make it with a nickel or a dime
Everything looking fine in the Gump city
Girls walk around short skirts on looking pretty
You can tell the thugs from the sedity
All the high-class girls always acting nitty
But showing no pity, in the land
Of blunt passing
Niggas be everlasting
Where Mr. G gone blaze the weed
Until I`m dead and gone off in my casket
[Chorus 1-Mr. G]
Now take a trip in my `Lac with me
We can patch in
You can go half on a sack with me
We can find a freaky slut to beat
And if it come down to it
We can bust our heat in the street
See, it don`t really matter
Long as I`m down for you
And you down for me
We can ride together, forever
Rolling through the streets of the G-U-M-P
[Chorus 2-Khao]
It ain`t nothing like riding the track, rocking the show
Making the crowd get hype, letting them know
Is you ready to wild out, I`m bout to flow
Got you peeping the style out, as I go
[Chorus 3-Big Pimp]
Now should I drop the game on them hoes
Now do you really understand
How the pimp game goes
It`s all about money and hoes
Keep us in it, with your mind froze
And slamming Cadillac doors
[Khao]
Now I`m a ride on the track
Giving you something that you can feel
Better buckle up before you go, haters hit the door
Cause we be hitting you with the skills
Don`t give up before you flow, I`m a let you know
That my adrenaline assembling
That`s enough to have a emcee trembling
Just give me the mic and them Frank Benjamin`s
And call the paramedic, I`m about to injure men
Finish him, ain`t many left to cope
Hearts stopped beating, listen to this stethoscope
So many emcees getting` left for broke
And try to make a comeback, shoulda kept the joke
Khao be the name, try dissin` me
Your history, your absence a mystery
Dried your game up like an antihistamine
Put that on Big Pimp and Mr. G
This`ll be, something that people can ride to
Laid back, track cool like Rallo
Hit after hit we follow
Wanted to nibble and bit off way more than you can swallow
Y`all must be drunk off the bottle
Hating on us, don`t talk, bring yourself to me
I don`t need nobody helping me
I`m about to lyrically burn a brother to the 12th degree
What y`all wanna do now, huh
Humiliated, didn`t know, Krumbsnatchaz affiliated
With Dirty, came up and really made it
All these cats wanna be down with us
I really hate it, but illustrated, the picture
It takes skills to grab the mic
And keep it tight, some want, simplified:
Some had it, some got it
Some wish they did, and some don`t
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 3]
[Big Pimp]
Now let me take you to the land where the riders see
Pardon me shorty
Let me introduce you to my pimp psychology
Let a young nigga hold if you down with a holla at me
Now follow me, to my `98 `Lac outside
Now is she ready to ride
Slip cover your eyes, it`s a surprise
I`ll be obliged if you slide where them Dirty boys hide
And I was hypnotized when a young playa saw (um,um)
Your pretty brown eyes
And I apologize if I came to hard
Trying to get between your, sugar brown thighs
You know the pimp hide
And it`s 12 o`clock tonight
I got late night lust
We need to, bring a pen and pad
And keep count (keep count)
Of the nuts I bust (I bust)
I`m swerving, looking through my rearview nervous
While your head steady working
And your neck steady jerking
Up on your knees in my seat
And your lips steady slurping
I don`t just kill a knob
And I know your mouth finna` throb
And baby if you could
Shine and rob with your tongue
Like old Inga Shywood (Shywood), situation all good
I love the way you got straight to it
And plus I love the way you do it
I wouldn`t take nothing from you
Girl you`s a true headhunter
Booger-lips turner
You must have got it from you mother
Now look up in the sky, it`s a pimp in the air
So freaky bitches better beware
I got your mind, mega blown
With the game that I spit
And keep them freaky bitches horny as hell
[Chorus 3]
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 1]
Ahh
Sho nuff, sho nuff
In my `Lac with me
On a sack with me
Ahh
Drop the game on them hoes
{*Fades Out*}
