ridin' slow

yeah

question

cinematic

you know how we do it

j.r. i see you

boy

sean kingston

it go down like this

know what i'm talkin' 'bout

i'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out

mayne

i'm ridin' slow and i'm hoggin' up the city lane

i'm ridin' slow and i'm clean in the 'lac

ridin' so slow while i'm puffin' on some dro

whoa

city low on low

poles of the big vogues with extended inches

so many colors hover

see your reflection

lose your senses

i blow your ear drums

my stereo is so expensive

pistols killin' a wad of money up up in my britches

my creases rigid

my pinky frigid

i'm polar pimpin'

ayatollah of tippin'

deville with that tight suspension

and did i mention

coated paint with metallic flake

boppers going blind from the shine that these diamonds

with nipsey

that boy b

i'm question

you know you heard of me

mad 'cause your baby mama wanna swallow this baller

blow herb with me

get throwed and swerve with me

king of bopper burglary

don't believe that this 'lac 'til i jump in and i turn the key

i'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out

mayne

i'm ridin' slow and i'm hoggin' up the city lane

i'm ridin' slow and i'm clean in the 'lac

ridin' so slow while i'm puffin' on some dro

whoa

listen

look

i drive slow down the block

no speakin'

no tints on the whip

you could see in

thick cloud of smoke 'cause i'm chiefin'

it's easy to see that a young nigga eatin'

chrome feet

i'ma roll on the low pro

i'm ready and willing if it involve getting more dough

hittin' corners

white paint

leather cocoa

stash spot

tell the cops

it's a no go

it's question and bun b

i'm nipsey

i know you heard of me

mad 'cause your baby mama flirt with me

but i don't never show that ho no courtesy

and every time you leave she chirpin' me

talkin' 'bout how you be givin' her the third degree

how she wanna get gone

sip purp with me

smoke purple trees

just swerve with me

'cause

i'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out

mayne

i'm ridin' slow and i'm hoggin' up the city lane

i'm ridin' slow and i'm clean in the 'lac

ridin' so slow while i'm puffin' on some dro

whoa

i'ma put my hand on the wheel

i'ma put my foot on the gas

i'ma shift my bitch into drive

and man i'm ready to mash

i gots the top dropped down

i got my trunk popped open

sittin' sideways on stitch and tuck and them fuck boys scopin'

hopin' they can knock my hustle but they muscle ain't swollen

so they gon' have to try again

tell 'em come back when they holdin'

golden flex in my paint

and glassy rims on vogues

chrome

it lay up on the grille and my neon exposed

i'm a pimp

just try and get chose; for the stable

tryin' to get hoes

with friends

they fuck with foes; you already know how it goes

those that ain't down with this move

play the sidelines or hit the showers

just get the hell up out the way 'cause the rap game is ours

said we don't roll with no cowards

scaredy cats or the 'fraidys

we just comin' down candy

on them fours and them 80s

we just straight south-sidin'

broad day with no hidin'

let the slab swang wide and

i'ma let 'em know that bun and question slow ridin'

i'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out

mayne

i'm ridin' slow and i'm hoggin' up the city lane

i'm ridin' slow and i'm clean in the 'lac

ridin' so slow while i'm puffin' on some dro

whoa

i'm ridin' slow with the fours pokin' out

mayne

i'm ridin' slow and i'm hoggin' up the city lane

i'm ridin' slow and i'm clean in the 'lac

ridin' so slow while i'm puffin' on some dro

whoa