Ryde Or Die Bitch Lyrics by Lox, The

Ryde Or Die Bitch Lyrics

    [jadakiss]
    I'm feeling this hook right here
    Good looking out timbaland
    You know
    [timbaland]
    Uh-huh
    What?
    Uh-huh
    What?

    <chorus>
    [timbaland] (eve)
    [i need a ryde or die bitch]
    (i like to rock prada suits and my ass is fat)
    [i need a ryde or die bitch]
    (i push a cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
    [i need a ryde or die bitch]
    (smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til i cum)
    [i need a ryde or die bitch]
    (i rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue)
    <repeat 2x's w/ slight variations by jadakiss>

    [jadakiss]
    Ha
    Yo, yo, yo
    Yeah, what's up ma, what's going on, i know you know 'kiss
    The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist
    Can flow always, sit on 4 k's
    Then wait for a drought and flood 'em with all 'dres
    Ryde or die chick, hand do a b.i.
    Give a nigga up north some ass on a v.i.
    And she blackout when she in the mall
    Got the brand new spring prada shit in the fall
    Don't matter what size panties, fitting her small
    And she don't got no problem hittin' us all
    And she said she got a man, but he in the fed
    And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed
    So you know i had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog
    Pushing the seat back gettin' right in the fall
    Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store
    Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin' whore

    <chorus>

    [styles paniro]
    I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5
    Gettin' high with the coogi frames over her eyes
    Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in a benz
    'cuz she bought me a polo coat and a couple of timbs'
    Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats
    Gave me head 'cuz the movie was wack, word
    Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work
    I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse
    Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck
    You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
    That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass
    You could catch holiday in to holiday inn
    With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word
    And if it got to do with money count holiday in
    With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man
    You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam'

    <chorus>

    [sheek luchion]
    Uh, uh, yo
    Yo, when you see sheek, don't look at me as sheek from the l.o.x.
    Look at me as that cat that know how to box
    Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks
    Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots
    How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch
    Fuck 'em in the park, fuck a sweet as the ritz
    They like that shit, and i ain't gotta spend no checks
    Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex
    And they name, shout it out when i'm up at flex
    I get drunk with bitches that don't get drunk
    Don't get high, have 'em doing drive-by's
    Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids
    Moms babysitting, ain't seen her in a week
    I'm a bad influence to parents that hate sheek
    I need a ryde or die bitch that'll take this coke
    Out of town, and come back and breakdown when i'm broke, what

    <chorus>

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