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foxy brown - ride (down south) كلمات الأغنية

let’s get it hype, n-gg-
let’s get it crump
yeah, yeah, yeah

p-ss me them swisher sweets, let’s get it crump
if a n-gg- disrespect me i’mma prove my sh-t and dump
blast ryhmes like i pump, turn your belly to jelly
veteran mc, i don’t think you rookies is ready

three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
i run with suave, always packin’ something to kill with
feel this b-tch, when i get rich i’mma still hustle
go down in history, paper taller then bill russel

kilo flows, i got ’em hid in the bas-m-nt
choppin’ boys up, on some puttin’ it in they face sh-t
eightball, f a t m a c k, known for layin’ it down
and doin’ sh-t the playa way

callabo’s of the dough ain’t no secret
sp-ce age pimpin’ means i don’t do free sh-t
time waits for no one, it ain’t gon’ wait for me
yours truly, signed eightball and mjg

all my hard core n-gg-s, what you wanna do?
my real thug -ss n-gg-s, what you wanna do?
all my money makin’ b-tches if you ride with me
i’mma pimp ’til i die and i’mma ride for free

now where them real b-tches at?
where them real b-tches at?
where they at, where they at
where they at, huh?

and where my buck n-gg-s at?
where my buck n-gg-s at?
where they at, where they at
where they at? come on

i ain’t new to this, d-mn nice b-tch that’s true to this
money ain’t never been a thing to me
always stack my dough, holla back
-ss fat, thighs thick, t-tties perfect

inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv
y’all know it, sh-t, i don’t bluff and no dough?
i dont f-ck ’em, f-ck, i’mma fake for?
make mine’s, i’mma take yours

‘cuz i’m no n-gg- like love before
make b-tch scream like, gimme some more
if a n-gg- broke, what’d you f-ck him for?
waste of time, it’s like we playette minds

dont stop, get it get it, b-tches
take it from a real motherf-ckin’ pro
y’all get that dough, we don’t trust these n-gg-s
they gon’ pimp if you let them, from ny to the dirty south

and them b-tches’ dime tight, i got my mind right
and my ice, got the shine right and if it don’t blind b-tches
when them lights h-t the wrist?
you won’t be sticking sh-t, you be lickin’ this

all my hard core n-gg-s, what you wanna do?
my real thug -ss n-gg-s, what you wanna do?
all my money makin’ b-tches if you ride with me
i’mma pimp ’til i die and i’mma ride for free

now where them real b-tches at?
where them real b-tches at?
where they at, where they at
where they at, huh?

and where my buck n-gg-s at?
where my buck n-gg-s at?
where they at, where they at
where they at? come on

i’m the pimp motherf-cker, baby
ice cold, stories so high i pimp the whole village twice
so tight fold crease right on the president’s nose
pimp clothes, drinkin’ straight henney’and buckstrum
touch toed, hoes, take a centerfold pose

break a treat, make ’em pay to enter those pros
slam those, game tied tight like bows
we never close three sixty five, twenty four
hand chose b-tches, a la mode, gettin’ sold

plus a load of killer -ss, chronic gettin’ blowed
keep it froze, tucked up in a tupperware bowl
stick of gold, somethin’ from the school of the old
forever flows, i take it down as deep as it can go

burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros
with p-ssy hoes, d-cks get erect like poles
pay the toll mjg is in control

all my hard core n-gg-s, what you wanna do?
my real thug -ss n-gg-s, what you wanna do?
all my money makin’ b-tches if you ride with me
i’mma pimp ’til i die and i’mma ride for free

now where them real b-tches at?
where them real b-tches at?
where they at, where they at
where they at, huh?

and where my buck n-gg-s at?
where my buck n-gg-s at?
where they at, where they at
where they at? come on

pimp dis’, you and them boys need to slow down
up in the mornin’ in the court, it’s ’bout to go down
there’s no remorse now, better explore ’round
them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found

juvenile’s my name, b-tch
i represent it to the end, the same sh-t
n-gg-rs don’t be wearin’ suits on these blocks
all you see is your boys and reeboks

a thin hat to the back with a strap too
willin’ to bust a n-gg- -ss if he had to
if you feel the same my n-gg-r, you’s a hot boy
blocka, blocka, blocka, better get up off the block, boy

call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy
cash wasn’t a million, never hit the spot boy
you want props ha, you sold to the cops ha
you in a cell block ha, ‘cuz you too hot ha

all my hard core n-gg-s, what you want to do?
my real thug -ss n-gg-s, what you want to do?
all my money makin’ b-tches if you ride with me
i’mma pimp ’til i die and i’mma ride for free

now where them real b-tches at?
where them real b-tches at?
where they at, where they at
where they at, huh?

and where my buck n-gg-s at?
where my buck n-gg-s at?
where they at, where they at
where they at? come on

where the real ones at? beyach
oh, you know how we feel
about all you wanna be -ss ghetto super stars
wanna be like me -ss n-gg-s

tryin’ to be like foxy brown b-tches
i give a f-ck about your intermureal status, mother f-cker
you ain’t n-body, we been doing this, been doin’ this sh-t
we go way back with this baby

talkin’ about this real sh-t on the mother f-ckin’ microphone
pimps and hoes and gettin’ money
tricks and hoes and f-ckin’
mother f-ckin’ clothes and sh-t ridin’ vogues and sh-t

n-gg- ridin’ on 20’s and sh-t, n-gg- what you got?
brand new -ssed n-gg-
you don’t know nothin’ about this game, come on

all my hard core n-gg-s, what you wanna do?
my real thug -ss n-gg-s, what you wanna do?
all my money makin’ b-tches if you ride with me
i’mma pimp ’til i die and i’mma ride for free

now where them real b-tches at?
where them real b-tches at?
where they at, where they at
where they at, huh?

and where my buck n-gg-s at?
where my buck n-gg-s at?
where they at, where they at
where they at? come on

all my hard core n-gg-s, what you wanna do?
my real thug -ss n-gg-s, what you wanna do?

- foxy brown

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