G-Ride - E.S.G

G-Ride - E.S.G

Год
1995
Язык
`angielski`
Длительность
212360

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G-Ride

E.S.G

ESG

All aboard!

Haha, foe, ain’t nothing but a G ride

So, uh, pack ya bags, get your sweets and your zig-zags

Just jump in

(Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooooh, yeah)

(Nothing like that G ride, baby, yeah!)

(Nothing like that G ride, yeah, oooh yeah!)

Up, early, to wash my face

Probation was the place

Before I blow out the door, vibration on my waist

Now that’s my fool, what’s the rule?

Go to jail if I miss?

I might as well post bail, cause I’ma fail if I piss

I hit the highway, the fly way, as the wind blows

I got that indo, some gin ho

So I’m gonna spin vogues (ooh, wee, baby, yeeah)

And blowin', while this pimp game is steady showin'

Sun beamin' and screamin', while these slim things is strollin'

High shinin' green the skunk, we some fiends for the funk

I’m cracking the ground in, these poundin' four 15's in my trunk

Cause I’ma baller til I die, I think I’ll call her cause I’m high (cause I’m

high)

Late night hype so tight, these suckers be goin' down, I can’t lie

But I’m right about now, them hoes is gone so it’s on

Might as well just get gone and get, like, trapped in the zone (the zone)

Cause I got the automatic fo' the static inside

I’m getting fried and high, (I'm getting fried, baby)

Motherfucker, it’s nothing but a g ride

I hit a, curb, swiggity swerve, see you fiendin' fo' it

Folks scream, «it's smoke!»

sun beamin' locs

But I let the top down, I can’t stop now

15's bang, about to knock the block down

You wanna see the E?

Then I’ma hit cha

The Mac-11 hit cha, while the rotweiler bit cha

(??) devils do drop, with a new Glock

It’s a red, not a blue dot, slowed down 2Pac

Fingerprints and dirty sheets (slowed down, slowww down, yeah) on the first day

Celebrate my birthday, in the worst way

I’m on lock, no block, no boys on my block

The dope case in my face, the fence was too high to hop

The matchbox of rocks, now crooked cops can’t stop, (nothing but that G ride,

baby)

Lord, help a young nigga make it to his next box

Smoking a sweet, poking at freaks got me weak inside, (oh baby!)

Locked up for 18 months, but I ain’t crunk

It’s nothing but a G ride

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