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Artist:Nappy Roots
Taken from the album Watermelon Chicken & Gritz by Nappy Roots
Album:Watermelon Chicken & Gritz
Track:My Ride
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:320
 
Lyrics:SKINNY DEVILLE]
feelin easy like its sunday morning steak and eggs
hey livin off some
big rims lookin like some blades
play her like a pimp type a nigga aint me
with the
tint the 35 percent so ya cant see
fish scales shotgun pass the "L" to big V
flip flop
candy lookin so wet it drip drop (shiiiine)
from the tip top chrome double duce
make a
bitch stop jaw drop ballin off this hip hop
on a budget back and forth from kentucky

we them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket
a hundred and ninety spoke god damn

look but dont touch it we commin down I-65
nappy and company (vertical grills) on the cadilac
we so real
skinny deville return like a bat out of hell
hell dont ya think nappy roots
comin as well
Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch, and Fish Scales yeaahh


[CHORUS]
My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes (hundred spokes)
my candy paint
straight from the honeycomb (honeycomb)
wood grain interior leather and chrome (leather and
chrome)
everybody ride out its on its on (its on its on)

[FISH SCALES]

ay yo thats my cab jumped out leavin a tab
hold on man we'll discuss that later
B.
jumped out like (fuck that hater)
fell in the aspen rotten like martin
two white dudes
one looked like matt harprin
later on he's eatin and ball in cleavland
and I jumped
out like fuck your season
van dam woke up in the grand am
real hot no air for the car
jam
twenty inches ride both on probes
look nice chevrolet on pipes
keep chevy
tint that twinkle so bright
B.O.B im'a ball on budget
pumped out two thou on the 89
cutlass (biiitch)
nah you cant ride im selfish
aint too many ho's wanna touch this
velvet

[CHORUS]

[B. STILLE.]
hop in with me we bout to leave

you gotta pop it I drope a dollar in ya pocket
gas up the crotch rocket pass up the
cops blocked it
(hey B. Stille can I role with you and Prophet)
extra clean you cant
tell me nean
drop the top showin off for the summa
the cadilac stretch on dem bow
legged stillets
where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette
bubble coat primers
chrome spiders inside us
big enough for my team and a couple of trainers
but it hold
no minors thats major
wood grain and ya get deep beaters big features
feel boom from
the beats in my big speakers
its on in my seats and my signature
dont throw dirt on my
name no shirt as I lean
out the window pane you hear the country boy sang


[CHORUS
 
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