Freestyle #2 lyrics

(*talking*)
Oh, she wanna ride with me
Say Ke, she wanna ride with me
(she wanna ride with me
b*tches wanna ride), uh though she know
Know I'm saying, Young Whodi in this b*tch
We gon do this here for Southsi' for li'

[Big Pokey]
Shorty wanna ride with me, we can get it on
Come up in the Navi, go straight to the Stone
Ride with me, n*gga we can hit a block
Know it's going down, and you know I keep my Glock
Wanna ride with me, baby I ain't gon trip
n*ggas wanna talk, I'ma what I'ma trip

[Lil' Keke]
I'ma trip when I enter the do', I'm on fast
Coming down, showing my ass I'm on glass
3's and 4's, and I'm still in my truck though
n*ggas talking down, still freestyling at my shows
I'ma wrecking oh, I still spit
I'm still foreign, I'm still wheel and bumper kit

[Big Pokey]
And we still getting this here, we took it legit
Who it is, it's the Don and the Pit
And you know we keep it lit, n*gga I'm in the kitchen with my wand
Whipping wreckless but come in the Lexus, b*tch it's Texas
In this b*tch fa sho, we in the do'
We gon break these hoes off on the real, and we in the do'
It's signed and sealed, stamped up n*gga move around
Cause this how it go down n*gga
[Lil' Keke]
Ok b*tches wanna ride with me, b*tches wanna slide with me
I'm on 6-10, I think these b*tches getting high with me
I smoke a what big stick, of the 'ghan
It's the Young Don, and I'm still riding on my tan
I'm on butter, I never did stutter
I jump up on the mic, cause I'm a bad motherf*cker
Me and Whodi we done the song, the street life
So I'm still coming down, with my pocket knife
And my gun I'm not the one, I got a son
So I make money by the ton, cause I'm the Don

[Big Pokey]
Gotta get paid, n*gga cause it's a swift trade
Hoes on my di*k, popping up like a switch blade
Move around hoe, it go down
Keep the ruger nine low, if a n*gga trip buck
When I pull up in the truck, on the 24's
I don't give a damn, cause you know this how it go
C.M.G./M.O.B., S.U.C
Pulling up back to back, SUV
We in them Hummers, it's just like that
And when we pull them Hummers out, hoes think it's Iraq move around b*tch

[Lil' Keke]
It's Mobstyle, and you know we ride on them wankstas
C.M.G., that's them Custom Made Gangstas
I represent for my block, the Wood
And you know it's all good, take it back to the hood
If these n*ggas talking down, I bust em in they face
I wouldn't give a damn, I keep the Glock on my waist
I place em on the ground, it be under place
It's the Young Don, bout to give a n*gga taste