Somethin To Ride To Lyrics by Too Short

Somethin To Ride To Lyrics

    -ant banks-

    Ahhhhhh shit
    Now let me warm it up
    I got the gin and juice and i'm a poor 'em cup
    To get smooth in the mood that i'm in
    So lets start riding till this mother fucker ends
    And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging
    Spitting some game and trying to throw that thang
    On any young nigger with some ends
    A mobile phone and a drop top benz
    Take it from me, see
    Cuz i know what it's about
    Kick a big fat dick in a bitches mouth
    And keep riding, high siding, but don't front
    Nigger serve that shit, don't be no punk
    And while the nigger's keep jocking
    I be scoping
    All the fine ass freaks of oakland
    That's where i reside, and where i always will be
    The city of killers, dope dealers and still we
    Chill like players, and like pimps
    Mack all hoes and slap all simps
    The big badass, i'm from the dangerous crew
    I just hang with the gang like it's the thang to do
    Now mother fuckers can't face the facts that i'm doing this
    Rapping and producing and they can't even ruin this
    See everybody knows the banksta
    The big dick gangsta who's fucking with dank and clocking the bank
    And i'm a get mine in the 9 o's
    I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine hoes
    I'm pulling up right beside you
    Bumping this funky ass shit to ride to.

    -pooh man-

    Now here's some shit for you to ride to punk
    Fifteeen's slamming hard in my god damn trunk
    From tenth ave, to a hundred and fifth
    Young players ride the foothill strip
    They ride chevys, cougars, blazers, vettes
    Five 60 benzos with ferrari kits
    They love fine ass bitches, rolex watch
    Top let down on the coke white drop
    I love my high schools cuties
    Muscle bound booties
    Pools a hoes so you know i had to do my duties
    I got to have it like a rabbit
    Fuck her like a champ
    I tell you nigger i'm a pro with these high school tramps
    They say young minds, make good times
    See i'm a player so let me give an o 9
    Alicia, tina, marie, and evette
    She wanna ride punk bitch you can ride my dick
    Now shawnetta, shawnda, an rida too
    Now here's a shot to the whole slug crew
    Talk bad punk bitch but it's always pooh
    Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on this shit to ride to

    -goldy-

    Pushing my dank coke into the key and start the engine
    Hit song, joking time, smoking, donuts while i'm spinning
    A tight haffa fullest engine with duels, and counts
    Fuck a spare tire in my trunk, it's boom, that slams
    Cuz i'm a young brotha like to burn rubber yo ??? out of lanes
    I pump it, while ya bump her, so ya change
    Than i take a pitched out, exterior interior window
    They wax me, then they buff me, niggers don't love me now i'm tipped out
    Now i'm coming fresh from the detail shop
    Going to the lee-male spots
    Looking for the female cock
    I feel the bass and woofer kick my chest like a heartbeat
    Went to the curb, when i saw the ass of a dark freak
    So i pulled up slamming short dogg
    I said "hey", she said (snort)
    I said damn i'm fucking warthog
    So i smashed out doing 90
    Covered her ass up with the smoke i left behind me
    The metly stently flowed in my ears like oxygen
    Too short pulling the bass, got the hoes on our jocks again
    Fucking with the hooties, with booties, and big titties
    That's potent, but all i is cheese for a rodent
    Got a ticket doing 60 in a school crossing
    Picking up my young cock for some cool tossing
    Defermation of character, racially slandering
    But all i'm ever givin ya is pimping and pandering
    So please let me go off of some
    Because i could be at home in my bed tossing her
    I make like altune, quick to value human dash
    Hit the freeway cuz i can't play when i got some ass
    Respect a player and an o g that's what they told me
    Mhisani nickname goldy

    -too short-

    Now i come from the mother fucking eastside
    So shut the fuck up bitch and just ride
    I'm short dogg, hoe you can't front me
    Since my very first album i was funky
    Bitches start seeing them dollar signs
    Even though i wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime
    It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp
    Bitch, you couldn't get 50 cents
    I take a gap from your ass and then i owe you the rest
    I know the game hoe, and i'm a vet
    Playing broads ain't based on love
    You want my money, i wanna fuck
    And after we do all that, i talk about you in my next rap
    Beyotch!! kiss my pimping ass
    Cause all the time i didn't have this cash
    Wouldn't call, wouldn't give me your number
    I couldn't see ya like stevie wonder
    I made a hit record
    Now i got money
    You wanna play dogg for a dummy
    But i come from the mother fucking eastside
    You suck my dick so i let the fake bitch ride
    Dangerous music is on the mike
    And like banks always say, "this shit is tight"

    -unknown voice- ** note - below the words are probably very inaccurate.

    Now thats some shit i ride
    Puff daddy and k-5 will go, buuuut
    I got my partner ant banks sittin on something real phat
    I got my partner short, sittin on the hood of a cadillac
    I got eveybody rolling
    I got kool-aid, he ain't spilling and he ain't trippin
    I got ol' t b with his big 'ol fat ass
    I got everybody
    I got ?, but he ain't got no skin on his dick cuz he fuck too much
    I got ah, i got ol' dirty arm but that my partna though
    Cuz he's super clean, super side, super everything
    I got footy and jerry, he trying to dred, but that ain't what's happening
    I got a, shit who else i got, i got i got face, pooh, that's my partna
    He'll look through a broad his face so big
    I got ah, i got pow pow, he looking like liners; he kind of filthy
    But that's my partna though, i ain't going to talk bad
    I ain't going to talk bad
    No i ain't going to rank out
    Oh kitty wing, that's my partna peppermint patty
    I ain't going to talk about him
    I ain't going to talk about huh
    Cuz he might beat me up send the block out on me
    I don't want the block to through on me
    Oh too clean (barking sounds)
    We got ah, we got hist dancers(what about chris hicks baby?)
    Chris hicks thatz my that my steven shikal, he living lavish
    Oh else we got, who else we got in the crew that you want me to rank on
    The tin man mo, that's pah prince of darkness, that's my dark partna
    My counter, that's my darkside
    Who else we got, who else we got
    We got foothill, oh i didn't get clim, his teeth glow in the dark

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