How We Ride (Album Version (Explicit))

YeahYa drive a

Chevy nowYeah,

I'm ready now

The car's stolen baby

But I'm rollin baby[Hook: Jasper]

Cadillacs to

CutlassRegals,

Pontiacs and

Chevrolets

We ride, we ride

Chevrolets ('let's)

Chevrolets ('let's),

Chevrolets ('let's)

Cadillacs to

CutlassRegals,

Pontiacs and

Chevrolets

We ride, we ride

Chevrolets ('let's)

Chevrolets ('let's),

Chevrolets ('let's)[Verse 1: David Banner]

I got a big '67 '

Lac Coupe

DeVilleMississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel

That mother******a change colors like a lizard and ************t55 ridin south, gettin head from a ************

Matter fact, yo ************, ****** love it and check it

She like leather to the ass, so

I love to ride naked

Right, bang her in the ************, baby how that feel?

Left hand, swangin free, grippin wood on the wheel

Then I smack her on the ass man, and jump in the

RegalI got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west, wiggle

Ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy

I get back, later on ya ************ is wa************n my

CaddySpit-************ne, waxed up,

Armor-All on the tire

Ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire

That's where a ****** ride, in the south

You taste a ****** ************, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth

Ya weak ************![Hook][Verse 2: Bun B]

Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the quarter

****** with juice, smoke, and water

Actin bad with'cha daughter

Like a real ****** ought'a

What her-what her momma taught her

Keep ya boys toes curled up

But man she be-man she be ****** ya boy world up

I'm thowed in the streets

I'm thow-thowed in the game

I rock-rock bizintine

Stay blow-blowed in the brain

I'm grippin-grippin on the grain

Like a real south-sider

I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders

Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin

You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin

Bump back-bump back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide

Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go

Chrys'a-Chrys' about to po'

You know we-know we got the g's

Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the cheese

So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth

We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby[Hook][Verse 3: Mannie Fresh (Screwed voice)]

Four-fifty-four (Big-block, red stripes-stripes)

Comin through this ************ with them loud ass pipes-pipes(Any ****** wanna come and get it)

Please-please

Breeze by yo ass, with the mother****** ease

In the middle of the dark and

Interstate sparkin

Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin

Pass by the crowd, music real loud(Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound)

Then I do it real good, diamonds on the wood

Oh pissy-ass, sissy-ass lame wish he could

Ride like that, "Diamond in the Back"

Moon-roof top,

Brougham Cadillac

Then I pass in my

Cut' dawg, screamin out (****** y'all)

Roll down the window, hey!

Let a pimp pluck off

Acious Clacious

Clay has returned

In a Super-

Sport Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo![Hook]