How We Ride lyrics

(Intro, Mannie Fresh)
Yeah
Ya drive a Chevy now
Yeah, I'm ready now
The car's stolen baby
But I'm rollin baby

(Hook, Jasper)
Cadillacs to Cutlass
Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets
We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('lets)
Chevrolets ('lets), Chevrolets ('lets)
Cadillacs to Cutlass
Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets
We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('lets)
Chevrolets ('lets), Chevrolets ('lets)

(Verse 1, David Banner)
I got a pink '67 'Lac Coupe DeVille
Mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel
That motherf*cka change colors like a lizard and sh*t
55 ridin south, gettin head from a b*tch
Matter fact, yo b*tch, n*gga, love it or check it
She like leather to the ass, so I love to ride naked
Right, bang her in the pus*y, baby how that feel?
Left hand, swangin free, grippin wood on the wheel
Then I smack her on the ass man, and jump in the Regal
I got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west, wiggle
Ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy
I get back, later on ya b*tch is washin my Caddy
Spit-shine, waxed up, Armor-All on the tire
Ran the hoes down the throat, cuz that mouth so fire
That's the was a n*gga ride in the south
You taste a n*gga di*k, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth
Ya weak b*tch!
(Hook)

(Verse 2, Bun B)
Say man, I'm in the deuce and a quarter
Purple juice, smokin' water
Actin bad wit'cha daughter
Like a real n*gga ought'a
What her-what her momma taught her
Keep ya boys toes curled up
But man she be-man she be f*ckin ya boy world up
I'm thowed in the streets
I'm thow-thowed in the game
I rock-rock bizintine
Stay blow-blowed in the brain
I'm grippin-grippin on the grain
Like a real south-sider
I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders
Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin
You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin
Bumpa-bumpa kit gon recline, trunk-trunk open wide
Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go
Cris'a-Cris'a about to po'
You know we-know we got the g's
Real-real big timers, all a-all about the cheese
So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth
We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby
(Hook)

(Verse 3, Mannie Fresh) [Screwed voice]
Four-fifty-four Big-block, rally stripes
Comin through this b*tch with them loud ass pipes-pipes
[Any n*gga wanna come and get it] Please-please
Breeze by yo ass, with the motherf*ckin ease
In the middle of the dark and Interstate sparkin
Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin
Pass by the crowd, music real loud
[Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound]
Then I do it real good, diamonds on the wood
Oh p*ssy-ass, sissy-ass lame wish he could
Ride like that, "Diamond in the Back"
Moon-roof top, Brougham Cadillac
Then I pass in my Cut' dawg, screamin out [f*ck y'all]
Roll down the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off
Acious Clacious Clay has returned
In a Super-Sport Chevy wit' a ultra-perm, woo!

(Hook)