ride (down south)

let's get it hype

nigga

let's get it crump

yeah

yeah

yeah

pass me them swisher sweets

let's get it crump

if a nigga disrespect me i'mma prove my shit and dump

blast ryhmes like i pump

turn your belly to jelly

veteran mc

i don't think you rookies is ready

three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit

i run with suave

always packin' something to kill with

feel this bitch

when i get rich i'mma still hustle

go down in history

paper taller then bill russel

kilo flows

i got 'em hid in the basement

choppin boys up

on some puttin' it in they face shit

eight ball

f-a-t m-a-c-k

known for layin' it down

and doin' shit the playa way

callabo's of the dough ain't no secret

space-age pimpin' means i don't do free shit

time waits for no one

it ain't gon' wait for me

yours truly

signed eightball and mjg

- all my hard core niggas

what you want to do?

my real thug-ass niggas

what you want to do?

all my money making bitches if you ride with me

i'mma pimp 'till i die and i'mma ride for free

now where them real bitches at

where them real bitches at

where they at

where they at

where they at

huh?

and where my buck niggas at

where my buck niggas at

where they at

where they at

where they at

come on

i ain't new to this

damn nice bitch that's true to this

money ain't never been a thing to me

always stack my dough

holla back

ass fat

thighs thick

titties perfect

inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv

y'all know it

shit i don't bluff

and no dough? i dont fuck 'em

fuck i'mma fake for?

make mine's

i'mma take yours

cuz i'm no nigga like love b'fore

make bitch scream like

gimme some more

if a nigga broke

what'd you fuck him for?

waste of time

it's like we playette minds

dont stop

get it get it

bitches

take it from a real motherfuckin' pro

y'all get that dough

we don't trust these niggas

they gon' pimp if you let them

from ny to the dirty south

and them bitches' dime tight

i got my mind right

and my ice got the shine right

and if it don't blind bitches

when them lights hit the wrist?

you won't be sticking shit

you be lickin' this

i'm the pimp motherfucker

baby

ice cold

stories so high

i pimp the whole village twice

so tight fold crease right on the president's nose

pimp clothes

drinkin straight henney'and buckstrum

touch toed

hoes take a centerfold pose

break a treat

make 'em pay to enter those

pros

slam those

game tied tight like bows

we never close

three-sixty-five

twenty-four

hand chose bithces a la mode

gettin' sold

plus a load of killer

as chronic gettin' blowed

keep it froze

tucked up in a tupperware bowl

stick of gold

somethin' from the school of the old

forever flows

i take it down as deep as it can go

burn rolls

braids tight

blazed afros

we're pushin' hoes

dicks get erect like poles

pay the toll

mjg is in control

peep dis'

you and them boys need to slow down

up in the morning in the court

it's 'bout to go down

there's no remorse now

better expose rounds

them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found

juvenile's my name

bitch

i represent it to the end

the same shit

niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks

all you see is your boys and reeboks

a thin hat to the back with a strap too

willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to

if you feel the same my nigger

you's a hot boy

blocka

blocka

blocka

better get up off the block

boy

call for the cops

boy your mommy or pops

boy

cash wasn't a million

never hit the spot boy

you want props ha

you sold to the cops ha

you in a cell block ha

cuz you too hot ha

where the real ones at? be-atch. oh

you know how we feel

about all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars

wanna be like 'me ass niggas