The Ride

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Who - Who - Who wanna ride with 'Ku Experience rebirth inside the womb Hip-Hop of the higher truth Only the minds of few Aspire to, behold what the fire do Musical sniper, who? Murder ya track like I'm hired to Cause the man to supply ya too So let me ride with you I break terror like Al Qaeda crew And walk smooth like I'm ridin' through And hypnotize the room Some macaroni as we drivin' to I turn it out like MacGeyver do Now hear the sirens boom Rap from the gutter to the choir pew Leavin' fermatas feelin' kinda blue I got the... I got the... I got the jazz like the Tribe Called crew I cross covers like it's '92 And peep the science doom From 8-track down to vinyl too My sound swoop down to climb with you I'm from the line that you - Wack MC's step aside for 'Ku I'm passin' fists with some violent views I switch a side like ooh Keep 'em on ... like Rose Nylund do And doo-doo on you from the height of Zeus [Hook] Grind your hips up (Grind 'em, Grind 'em) (Grind 'em, Grind 'em) (Grind 'em up) Get your hands up (Get 'em, Get 'em) (Get 'em, Get 'em) And just ride to this Grind your hips up (Grind 'em, Grind 'em) (Grind 'em, Grind 'em) (Grind 'em up) Get your hands up (Get 'em, Get 'em) (Get 'em, Get 'em) And just ride to this [Verse 2] Yo, Dig We was happenin' since Raj' and Re runnin' 'em Gunnin' 'em, off the stage revised the pun again Known to tip the bouncer just to let my little cousin in Old tan salons - but wait - I stay sunnin' 'em Stuntin' with my estrogen perfume the room of punishment Hip-Hop tourette fits a-fumblin' and mumblin' I shapeshift and take the form of Susan Cunningham Today I'm just cool - The self-governin' stop frontin' when Non-profit MC's my mental state fundin' 'em When I'm alone, I outnumber them When I'm behind, I'm in front of them They glorified sufferin' Breast-fed the track But they won't say I love it then Property values rise the minute 'Ku stumble in I smack springs straight 'till summer in While your cats fall for winter wonderland Wonderin' - why we were strugglin' to construct - But since it's up again Type to get on his lap - Bump and grind it up again Make my man scream "Oh dear" like Mr. Snuffleupagus Got heads from BK to Bangkok bumpin' this Nympho flow - to let you know - who you fuckin' with I'm the reason why Kriss Kross was jump-jumpin' it Make hardcore thugs finger's snap, double-dutch and skip Hustled 'em - Yanked a MPC chord from under them Save the gun talk for NRA - But Charles and hustlin' Keep the wack rap to BET discoverin' We be the hip-hop behind the jungle gym I - married the written flick by Charles Dutton and - Hype the crowd up, and leave the stage like George Jefferson [Hook]