The Big Homie - Night Ride Lyrics

Lemme tell all y'all bout this Pre Op
I'ma throw it down, like my name is Aesop
In your car? I'ma bring you to a full-stop

And lay it on the line as a Last Resort
Cause Really
Like a soliloquy, I give you vibes
Something you won't ever see
Not even from your own tribe

Unripe, before the last was ever heard
I'll have to your front door
When the verse's starting to hurt

What Up! Getting to the nitty gritty
With the Big Homie chilling, boutta get litty
So take a seat
It's about to get bumpy
I'm En Route about to wreck
You Motherf*cking nazi's

I'm
Like a cyst
All ready to pop
On the scene
So mean,
See me on Time Magazine
Stop. Drop and Roll
I'm on fire
Ain't no liar
Boutta inspire
Situation's dire
I need to inquire
About a little cypher
Hold up let me get an uber

I'm going vroom vroom
To the motherf*cking beat
I'll let you see
But you better not repeat
The actions, of which I'm waiting to partake in
I'll make you swoon
Trust me, you're not immune
To the swag of what's so delicious, that I got
Waking up pretending to be me and what not

Its brand new
You're listening to me on your Bluetooth
You never knew where to find Blues Clues
They got pissed off and said adieu
To you
I say bag it all up
And don't forget nothing
I got the gwap
Case you need something
Don't hold it back on me
I'm rising
To the top of my game
I don't need to stay in the same place
For the rest of my life
Don't need to spite
Cause that ain't right
Britney Spears spoke about perogatives
F*cked all the men, with no common sense
But where was I
Back of the room, like the bus
Over here ain't looking for no interviews
The haves and the have nots triumph again
I guess that's another way to say I made it

I'm training
Not fading
I made it, not without the truth
That you can tell that
I'm amazing

Chilling over here to the motherf*cking beat
I'll let you see
But you better not repeat
The actions, of which I'm waiting to partake in
I'll make you swoon
Trust me, you're not immune
To the swag of what's so delicious, that I got
Waking up pretending to be me and what not

Topping it off with one final verse
So get get out your hearse
Grab your purse
And get walking
Without stalking, and see
What the hell is popping
I'm not stopping
Say I do this often
I'm better than Batman and Robin
Mr. Freeze
Boutta put him in his coffin
Look out
For the sunset on my awning
So tired, I need to do some yawning

I know
How the game gets f*cking played
The less you say
The more they drive you f*cking crazy
But I made it
Focused till the end yet
They're not facing
The fact that I'm the greatest

They don't got to
It'd sure as hell be easy
Cause I got to
Pave the f*cking way, for
All these nigga's thinking that they know Hip-Hop
The Mumble rap, has got to be f*cking stop
Don't say what
That shit ain't hot
It'll even get you shot
Quicker than a mall cop

Zoom Zoom, to the Motherf*cking beat
I'll let you see
But you better not repeat
The actions, of which I'm waiting to partake in
I'll make you swoon
Trust me, you're not immune
To the swag of what's so delicious, that I got
Waking up pretending to be me and what not

Night Ride
It's alright
Be cruising till
Sunrise

Night Ride
It's alright
Be cruising till
Sunrise

Night Ride
It's alright
Be cruising till
Sunrise

Night Ride
It's alright
Be cruising till
Sunrise