Ride

[Intro] Yeah, aha Ayo, Naeh, gonna take these niggas for a little ride [Verse 1] Yeah, we ease y'all in to it then we fuck em up They [?] the sound, Imma cuddle up I'm real cozy This the type of shit to have me laid back, Henny rocks, puffin on the stogie You niggas ain't ready I don't wanna be the one rappin for the bitches, I just want the same feddy So understand if I don't make it it's because I refused to sell my soul to get a buzz And that is what it was and I am what it is You want what you'll never be, better try again When you can't trust your friends you rather kick it with your foes But instead I make the shit that you can sniff up in your nose Niggas better quick with all the bitchin and get the dough That's what this shit is all about, as if you didn't know I'm only in my twenties but the game I kick is old You can call me Charlie Ray and, yo, I came to spit the flow [Hook] "I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills" x2 [Verse 2] I break records too, cranium and teeth And I feel like everybody in my radius is weak So I pay em with the feat In the form of records that you get to playin on repeat Y'all are fakin with the heat Imma make my, wait and see It ain't safe to wait for me You niggas better do LeBron, pass your wait and take a seat Imma save it, they can see, for this hip hop Never threw a 'b' up, never did the crip walk Never had to 're-up', never had to pitch rocks I just did the shit I had to do and didn't get caught And that's as real as I can be If you ain't fucking with it, cool Cuz I made a lot of songs and not one of em is for you But all of y'all would just sittin on blades and you sippin on spades Man, this shit's all gay You niggas soundin like some bitches all day You need to make some shit that real niggas wanna play Dig? [Hook] [Verse 3] Yeah, you better heed the warning The fucking bees are swarming And then your mother's in the church, all on her knees and moanin And everybody's looking at me like I'm speaking foreign Cuz I'm dope as fuck but I'm on the corner street performing And niggas be ignoring skill cuz I ain't on the TV You don't wanna see me on the real You need to pop a pill You'd be geekin out to chill I'm a roacher MC, the niggas like me are hard to kill I'm radioactive not radio active I can't be on the radio if all they playing is wack shit That's just the fact, this is practise, attracting the masses Master the craft to kick an ass on your bastards So as we proceed to roll pine in the evergreen state, no seeds and low crime Everything's about to boil over soon All we do is cook, what you want - the foil or the spoon? Smell me? [Hook] [Outro] Heh-heh Yeah Told y'all we was gonna go for a ride We ain't even on the driveway yet Westside W-A to C-A nigga Out