Kolgate – Ridin Low lyrics

{Hook}

I'm'a hop in the whip with the bucket sittin low,
Ridin Low, How Low? How low you wanna go?
Iced out so cold you would think I'm made of
Snow, I push the flow just like the blow,
It's ya boy K-O.

{Verse 1}

Ridin real steady with the Betty in the back, semi on Ohh, headin
Over to the trap, with a big fat stack, sittin pretty on my lap, stay
Posted all the time, make me wanna lean back, lean back. Make it clap,
I'll make it rain of you do that, pockets fat, pockets fat, I got my cat's
Just like a tat, always there and where I'm at, always on call if I need that,
Just like my dogs, I'll whip some ass, been known to leave haters sittin flat.
Flat broke an on they ass, chop em, chop em like they grass. Been
Known to break through the glass, and put my foot straight in his ass.
If he try to give me that, It's K-O, from the ave. H. V. D. To be exact.
Come and get it where you at? Should I stop insisting? Is it bad? Does it
Make you feel sad? My skills you wish you had... Known to make,
Make these haters mad. Sorry.

{Hook}

I'm'a hop in the whip with the bucket sittin low,
Ridin Low, How Low? How low you wanna go?
Iced out so cold you would think I'm made of
Snow, I push the flow just like the blow,
It's ya boy K-O.

I'm'a hop in the whip with the bucket sittin low,
Ridin Low, How Low? How low you wanna go?
Iced out so cold you would think I'm made of
Snow, I push the flow just like the blow,
It's ya boy K-O.

{Verse 2}

Ridin round the city, doors open I'm focused. It's peer preasure, bitch,
Tighten lips up and smoke this, burning up your system, and blowing
Out your eardrums, but you still wanna hear some, my lyrics are like
Wisdom. You listen and what you get from, my spittin is my system, been
At it since a young one, still at it as a young gun, words hit like lightning.
Coming from a stun gun, It's that boy K-O, Ohh you better run son.
Doors wide open, yep the doors swangin free, what's that bumpin in the trunk?
Yeah you jackers know it's me, I'm the K-O-L-G-A-T-E, I'm the rawest in these
Streets, and yeah I'm gonna be, on top, no slacking, so you lames that swagger
Jackin need to quit and start ya packin, I'm the king so stop attacking. Cause
You forever gonna loose, I hit hard with one's and twos, make you come up out
Ya shoes, leave you lost and so confused.

{Hook}

I'm'a hop in the whip with the bucket sittin low,
Ridin Low, How Low? How low you wanna go?
Iced out so cold you would think I'm made of
Snow, I push the flow just like the blow,
It's ya boy K-O.

I'm'a hop in the whip with the bucket sittin low,
Ridin Low, How Low? How low you wanna go?
Iced out so cold you would think I'm made of
Snow, I push the flow just like the blow,
It's ya boy K-O.