cause the ryders got me bringin home the bacon
and it wasn't no mistakin
that i would dedicate this melody - fuck the hatin
i had to tell my girl to pack her shit
cause she slipped and dipped inside
i need a girl that's ready to ride
to keep the heater right by her side
baby girl you so so-phisticated
to the next level in the game
yo - niggaz surprised when they open they eyes
thick in the thighs wasn't part of they plan
act shifty - your resistance gone swiftly
just to cry and get the mackin daddy
i don't like it when the angry chick is actin crabby
no stressin over chicks - problem? bet i solve it fastly
we gangbang on these niggaz like we 'posed to do
and i'll be damned if i let a bitch get close to you
quick to dump before the homies
remember when that phony nigga ran up on me at the club?
you filled him up with slugs
all that pushin and shovin
i'm lovin every minute of it boo
and always kept your cool
you kept the heater right by your thigh
and when the shit got hectic you was ready to ride
when i pulled the gun out
that's what i'm talkin bout
how could i leave a real nigga? a real nigga's all i need
fake bitches try to take my place
and if i heard you was frontin i hope on the case
test me fool and by the end you gon' think i'm crazy
that's how i do for my dogg
both sides relied on the shit
e-v-e! d-o-double-gizze! y'know!
ahh! yeah. and you thought it'd never happen
woof. woof. woof. woof. beotch!
we gon' ruff ryde up on out of here on this one
my nephew scott on the beat