I got the top let back and the volume on Max in the ride sounding super sonic
Feeling good like the first time you
Ever heard G-funk Rhythm bet you was listening to The Chronic
And everybody wanted 6-4s...
So you could ride in the whip slow
And hit a switch quick on they ass to let that bitch know...
We still do it the Midwest way
But Cali dreaming every single time I pressed play...
It goes one... two... three and to the four...
Gin and Juice, light up the smoke... Snoop Dogg Dre and Pac was the Row...
Party loud till you hear the boys knock at your door...
Play 6 in the morning
Then we dip out
My cousin kin puffing the sage... listening to NWA (haha)
Roaming the MO streets
Listen to Ren and D.O.C
Hollering like Cube aye f*ck the police
And we ride
My niggas we was made for tha hustle
And we ain't never changed for the hustle
And we ride
I know they quick to claim that they Hustle
We sewing up the game with the hustle
In the cut with my Cutlass Supreme
The police say my team looking suspect why
Cuz I got a triple beam money hanging out my jeans and your salary is much less
Right
Mo-zilla the flow killa
Niggas calling 911 like a smoke pillar - they lined up and I'm the mother f*ckin coke dealer
Hanh
You in the midst of some Go-rillaz
Only king's here... there ain't a mortal nigga we fear
The Gods of this shit
All the lines I spit
Like 9s I spit
Lames losing Consciousness my Rhymes is sick like Labs from
Two-timing tricks
I'm Robin Thicke
These Blurred Lines
Never occurred my
Level of pimping it be bird fly
I'm never down like young berg I
Shoot at em fast they throw up the white flags when the words fly
And we ride
My niggas we was made for tha hustle
And we ain't never changed for the hustle
And we ride
I know they quick to claim that they Hustle
We sewing up the game with the hustle
Kvng Phoenixx - We Ride (feat. YV) Lyrics
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I got the top let back and the volume on Max in the ride sounding super sonic
Feeling good like the first time you
Ever heard G-funk Rhythm bet you was listening to The Chronic
And everybody wanted 6-4s...
So you could ride in the whip slow
And hit a switch quick on they ass to let that bitch know...
We still do it the Midwest way
But Cali dreaming every single time I pressed play...
It goes one... two... three and to the four...
Gin and Juice, light up the smoke... Snoop Dogg Dre and Pac was the Row...
Party loud till you hear the boys knock at your door...
Play 6 in the morning
Then we dip out
My cousin kin puffing the sage... listening to NWA (haha)
Roaming the MO streets
Listen to Ren and D.O.C
Hollering like Cube aye f*ck the police
And we ride
My niggas we was made for tha hustle
And we ain't never changed for the hustle
And we ride
I know they quick to claim that they Hustle
We sewing up the game with the hustle
In the cut with my Cutlass Supreme
The police say my team looking suspect why
Cuz I got a triple beam money hanging out my jeans and your salary is much less
Right
Mo-zilla the flow killa
Niggas calling 911 like a smoke pillar - they lined up and I'm the mother f*ckin coke dealer
Hanh
You in the midst of some Go-rillaz
Only king's here... there ain't a mortal nigga we fear
The Gods of this shit
All the lines I spit
Like 9s I spit
Lames losing Consciousness my Rhymes is sick like Labs from
Two-timing tricks
I'm Robin Thicke
These Blurred Lines
Never occurred my
Level of pimping it be bird fly
I'm never down like young berg I
Shoot at em fast they throw up the white flags when the words fly
And we ride
My niggas we was made for tha hustle
And we ain't never changed for the hustle
And we ride
I know they quick to claim that they Hustle
We sewing up the game with the hustle
Feeling good like the first time you
Ever heard G-funk Rhythm bet you was listening to The Chronic
And everybody wanted 6-4s...
So you could ride in the whip slow
And hit a switch quick on they ass to let that bitch know...
We still do it the Midwest way
But Cali dreaming every single time I pressed play...
It goes one... two... three and to the four...
Gin and Juice, light up the smoke... Snoop Dogg Dre and Pac was the Row...
Party loud till you hear the boys knock at your door...
Play 6 in the morning
Then we dip out
My cousin kin puffing the sage... listening to NWA (haha)
Roaming the MO streets
Listen to Ren and D.O.C
Hollering like Cube aye f*ck the police
And we ride
My niggas we was made for tha hustle
And we ain't never changed for the hustle
And we ride
I know they quick to claim that they Hustle
We sewing up the game with the hustle
In the cut with my Cutlass Supreme
The police say my team looking suspect why
Cuz I got a triple beam money hanging out my jeans and your salary is much less
Right
Mo-zilla the flow killa
Niggas calling 911 like a smoke pillar - they lined up and I'm the mother f*ckin coke dealer
Hanh
You in the midst of some Go-rillaz
Only king's here... there ain't a mortal nigga we fear
The Gods of this shit
All the lines I spit
Like 9s I spit
Lames losing Consciousness my Rhymes is sick like Labs from
Two-timing tricks
I'm Robin Thicke
These Blurred Lines
Never occurred my
Level of pimping it be bird fly
I'm never down like young berg I
Shoot at em fast they throw up the white flags when the words fly
And we ride
My niggas we was made for tha hustle
And we ain't never changed for the hustle
And we ride
I know they quick to claim that they Hustle
We sewing up the game with the hustle
Writer: B. Simms
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid