Ride Around lyrics

[Intro]
Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up
Ron-Ron, do that sh*t

[Verse 1: Master Kato]
Ron-Ron load this sh*t up 'cause I'm 'bout to load the TEC's in
All these b*tches want me, why these b*tches think they special?
All my n*ggas geekin', if you tweakin' we gon' press you
I just love this money, I got hundreds on my schedule
Lil' ho, I ain't really trippin' 'bout that lil' dough
I'm good, though, ambitions of a rider like I'm Lud Foe
MasterCard, accepted everywhere, lil' b*tch, I'm good, ho
Check your grandma house, your mama house, I'm even in the hood, though
Gang bang, pistol ridin' shotty when I change lanes
Bang bang, hit her from the back, I hear my chain swang
I don't know this b*tch but she just f*cked me 'cause my stage name
All these n*ggas' b*tches gettin' f*cked because they stay lame
Facts, all my n*ggas stay with the packs, yeah, that's a fact
And if you at the gate you gettin' taxed, yeah, that's a fact, n*gga
And these n*ggas with me and they all shootin'
Got fifty of 'em off the molly and they all booted

[Chorus: Master Kato]
I'm ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my sh*t, extended, b*tch
Get that work around, no, this sh*t ain't endin', b*tch
And if he holdin' pounds, have my n*ggas get his sh*t
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
Ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my sh*t, extended, b*tch
Get that work around, no, this sh*t ain't endin', b*tch
And if he holdin' pounds, all my n*ggas get his sh*t
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
[Verse 2: Master Kato]
Hold up, I heard these n*ggas got him
So what's the f*ckin' deal, n*gga, we gon' f*ckin' rob him?
Okay, I'm not gon' rob him but my n*ggas gon' solve him
Lil' n*ggas love the .38s, they love them problems
Ayy, 45th and Evans, n*gga I came from the bottom
Stayed down with the juggin', now my shoes red bottoms
I said yeah we good, Mama, you ain't gotta stress now
Money comin' in, I just watch it stretched out, yeah

[Chorus: Master Kato]
I'm ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my sh*t, extended, b*tch
Get that work around, no, this sh*t ain't endin', b*tch
And if he holdin' pounds, have my n*ggas get his sh*t
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip
Ridin' 'round, hundred rounds on my sh*t, extended, b*tch
Get that work around, no, this sh*t ain't endin', b*tch
And if he holdin' pounds, all my n*ggas get his sh*t
Flood the whole town, break it down, watch it flip