Ride-Redman/Method Man

歌手 : Redman / Method Man

专辑 : Stoned S.O.L.D.I.E.R. Vol. 2

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:27

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TXT Ride-Redman/Method Man 文本歌词

Ride (feat. Method Man) - Redman

Redman feat. Method Man, Saukrates, Streetlife

Miscellaneous

Enjoy Da Ride

Redman feat. Method Man, Saukrates, Streetlife

Enjoy Da Ride

Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or glockin'

Waitin' for my down four street got options

**** y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin'

All emcee's falled when I heard the albums droppin'

Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction

Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin'

I produce joints that loosen up the socket

Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock ****

Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it

Ride the **** out, bust a clip for the **** of it

This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You)

Who the ultimate? (Wu)

Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap ****

Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick

I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits

And grab my **** and flick it, get the picture

Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front

So hard the airbags use nasal pumps

Jump out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up)

I stomp holes if the ground aint paved enough

Inform the former the first step was a warm-up

The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was

Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up

Shots'll tear Sean John and Phat Farm up

I never gotta Soul Train award

Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all

Never, trick a ***** car payment off

Im a orangatang when the chain is off

nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask

Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie Glass

When im in your hood nigga throw me bags

Lets trick the night fantastic

Im flexable, they used to call me plastic

These big butt ******* get they *** kicked

It is what it is, ******* on y'all kids

Couldn't live where we live

I can't be defeated like nobody used to wizz

Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids

Right? You know the clan and you know the ******* man

Meth rock a mic without a kickstand

Two blunts, and razors in his wristband

Slap you and your ***** man

Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man

When it's goin' down, call me quicksand

Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston

And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant

For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin'

As hard as my erection, kid learn your lesson

Cuz what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the *********** session?

Let a nigga get into it

Lubricate y'all veins with your "Do-It" fluid

I Einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove it

Cross with the mac, in fact my games are truest

Now im on the highway, doing it my way

With Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday

Performin' like the weather was warm

And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms

And keep the ghetto, pop your metal

Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow

The addiction, aint no friction

I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription

With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes

And burn the arch, like a iron to your face

These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear

Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button