Big Ed – How G's Ride lyrics

[Master P talking]
Ugh
Niggas be trying to figure out how we roll out here in Cali
You know what I'm saying
Richmond California
My little partners be rolling like Sick fool

Six deep hittin' switches, that's how us G's ride
Candy paint with them gold daytons side to side
Niggas straight fucking bumpin'
Niggas trippin', think I'm from Compton

I'm from that South side of Richmond where that hang ya
Put you in a motherfucking 6 inch slanger
Lay you down, drop you to your knees, you want some chesse
Break me off some ends before I make your ass bleed

From your nose to your mouth up and outtie
Niggas talking shit cause Master P is gettin rowdy
Got the southside, hoop ride throwin' a 40
Niggas gangbangin like they straight retarded

Throwin up signs, Niggas in line
Bitches hollerin' hoo-ride, Niggas steady dying
I'm from the southside 23rd street
And my little homie Tony from the hills, may he rest in peace

No longer with the crew or the click
But to the niggas that did this shit, we gonna go thick click
And get them thangs and hang ya
Fuckin' round, keep one up in the chamber

Richmond niggaz don't play 'cause we ballin'
And I got this thang sowed up from New Orleans
Coming like a southside gator
And when we roll on your spot, beware of the true terminators

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6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin' switches from side to side
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin' switches from side to side

Well it's Friday, I'm sideways about the highway
Bitches doing it my way, got 2 for 5, everyday all day
'Cause I gots to get paid, gets mine in the 9, that's why I stay strapped
Everyday I gots to put it down, it be like that

I have a pocket full of stones, I gots like clock now
It was kinda hot outside so I had to puts the top down
I be like breezin' through the East Bay
are-I-see-H-M-0-N to the see-A, that's where I still be at each day

[Chorus]

Big Ed be puttin' it down like that, made more ass than the Hilton
On my way to this hoe's house, bang that ass until its tiltin'
Now I'm rollin', holdin' onto a fat nickel plated 9
I blasted at him who trying to take mine so forget the 1 time

So when a brother rolls up, hold up
Don't make me plug your trick ass like a donut
See Big Ed's about that mint green
Got them hoes' feening for this dick, like it was laced with nicotine

Killa pussy got 'em slippin' up in the hood
Them Green Berets up in Richmond, I know they up to no good
Tried to jet me on that down low
I have more niggas shootin's up your set then the feds did at Waco

Player haters could never stop me
'cause I'm a No Limit Nigga and got more Crew then Motley
So if you ever try to play me like a hoe
I'm hanging up out the door, with the 44, nigga drive slow

[Chorus]

[Master P talking]

And we up and outtie, it looks cloudy,
'cause y'all niggas spinning daytons,
(No Limit niggas) on your motherfuckers turf,
(Soldier For Life, No Limit 4-Life)
and for all y'all niggaz that done sold out,
we be keeping it real,
independent, black owned,
Running our own shit,
We drop shit anytime we want to, anytime we ready,
how many y'all niggas can say that?
I just might drop something tomorrow