Ride with You
E.S.G.
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Yeah, Daz Dillinger, E.S.G., Slim Thug
Doin it up real big, haha
It's goin down my nigga
Let me hear you holla holla, if you love the summer time
Hit the DJ shop, get your drop top shine
Ain't no subway surf, it's thugs down here
Twenty inch dubs, what we love down here
The best part of year, bout to end of May
Now the best thing to see, Emmitt K. on Sunday
Candy spray on gray, playin Playstation 2
Lookin good when I come through, I smell barbeque
E.S.G. too true, pop roof purple Sprite
Sin in the Benz, rims circle in the light
Cardier filled with ice, got a cooler full of cold ones
Say playboy, you know the blaze or the old ones
A.M.E.'s on the SUV's, DVD's with the five TV's
Man, off the show room flo'
I live the Thug Life, boy you already know
I'mma ride with you, to the Southside
I'mma stick it ain't a lookin good, let's ride
I'mma floss with you, to the Northside
H-Town to L.A
See ain't no feelin like this feelin, when you ballin and you chillin
Stackin chips by the minute, see the hoes straight grinnin
Hit the 59, puffin the pine hit the 610
Now I'm in the wind again, hear the B.S.G. and Slim Thug
Polish my rims up, so fresh and so clean
I hit the cut with my friends up, Gallow G and Sinclair
What's up Sin? (hey!) It's the Camaro away
Everyday all day, I'm so serious about it
No doubt it, if you a G straight shout it
Put your pistols in the air, be about it
This way and that way, sideways on the highway
Motherfucker I do it my way
You see what, you, see, is, just, what, you, get
E.S.G. and Slim Thug, and Daz, drop dead gangsta shit
And you know
I'mma ride with you, to the Southside
I'mma stick it ain't a lookin good, let's ride
I'mma floss with you, to the Northside
H-Town to L.A
The sunshine got me jammed, while I head to the sand
Top down music playin, wood grain in my hand
It's summer time, so I feel like I gotta shine
Candy do's, glass 4's, with the fifth reclined
Poppin trunk on swang, is how we clown in that bitch
From my wrist to neck, I'm invincible set
Nothing less, Slim Thug the flow pro rapper
As I head to the capitol, four swangas and a dapper
(From here's where we crawl, up and down the C-Wall)
From now on, my mind set to just ball ball ball
I hit the mall like whatever, what I want I get
I never run out of cheddar, cause my stash too thick
From H-Town to L.A., L.A. to V.A
Represent where you stay, and let me see how you play
Now make way for the city, that love to po' up
Cause H-Town and Boss Hogg, is about to blow up
I'mma ride with you, to the Southside
I'mma stick it ain't a lookin good, let's ride
I'mma floss with you, to the Northside
H-Town to L.A
You see what, you, see, is, just, what, you, get
E.S.G. and Slim Thug, and Daz, drop dead gangsta shit
Biatch
Yeah, E.S.G., Slim Thug, Daz Dillinger
Runnin the South, the North the West the East
Yeah, put your hands up
All my bitches put your hands up
Real gangstas put your hands up
Yeah, put your hands up real big